Ok, so, I'm a hard and fast fan of the Eagles--the musical group not the sports team. And in all my years of being a fan, I have never seen them live in concert. So tonight, I'm talking to a friend on the phone while flipping channels on TV, and what do I find but the Eagles doing a concert from their Farewell 1 Tour.
I'm now a very happy camper. And the friend I was talking to forgives me for being distracted and breaking out into random rifs of Hotel California. No, I don't play a guitar--I sing the guitar parts. Yes, really.
Eagles music is absolutely some of the best music in the world for someone who loves to sing along with the singers AND the instruments. Since I have a background in Classical Music (thank you CNU), I also have the mobility and range to play around with guitar parts that hop up and down like the Eagles like to do. So my friend occassionally pulled the phone away from his ear to avoid deafness.
Hmmm... I wonder if my neighbors forgive me too... Oh well. I've been caterwauling since I moved in and they've never banged on my door, wall, or floor for it yet.
Holy Cow! Joe Walsh is doing "Rocky Mountain Way." FANTASTIC, BABY! Ok, he should only sing; he sounds really stoned and confused when he speaks.
So, as you can tell, I'm having a pretty groovy night tonight! Yay! Yep, in my heart, I rock this big.
Well, I'm still in love with Timothy B. Schmidt. All that beautiful, long brown hair... Shiver. He shouldn't speak either; but he can sing to me all he wants. :)
Ok, I've drooled all over myself, I've deafened my friends on the phone, and I expect to hear from the neighbors any time now. So, I'll sign off here and finish enjoying the show. Wish I were there for real, but this will do nicely as a substitute.
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