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The following is from the Wasted Times. It was part of a feature we did to commemorate our 10 day road trip. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
You may wonder why we went to New York City when the next show was Hartford. We had a couple of reasons. Melissa wanted to talk Kurt Loder, several of us had never been there before and we had a hunch that the band was somewhere in town. The day of the Hartford show, we did a little shopping after having a fortyfying breakfast of ie cream. As we were walking back to the hotel, V suggested that since we were near the Four Seasons, and isnce that was a good place for the band to stay, we should just mosey on past. So we did. There was nothing going on at the front entrance, so V, C, K and D went through the lobby to the other entrance. When they didn’t come back we (Melissa, Lisa and L) decided that something must be up. We walked into the lobby and noticed several Eagles’ personnel milling about. We almost freaked, but decided to keep our cool. The others were nowhere in site. We could see some vans lined up outside, so we decided that we would non-chalantly go down the steps, out the revolving door, and turn stealthily to our right and walk up the street. It didn’t go quite as planned.
As we started the steps, we heard a loud psssst…it was V. They were hiding under the stairs. A quick conference confirmed that the band was in the process of leaving for the airport (maybe we should have been on our way too). In fact, Don Felder was already outside. We all started out the dorrs and somewhere in the excitement, Melissa forgot exactly how revolving doors work and about 3 of us got stuck in the doors , prompting the doorman to have to wheel us back into the hotel. Don Felderbetter get our buts to Hartfold as well. witnessed the entire incident and was very amused. Our plan to remain cool was foiled, but with heads held hight, we walked past them to a spot about nalf a block away.
Shortly thereafter, Timothy S, Jean and their two kids came out and got into one of the vans. Tim was holding his little boy’s hand. It was quite an endearing sight. Then, in a flurry of activity, a large group of peopple came out and got into the vans. We did manage to see, though, Henley trot out to his. He was wearing a plaid shirt, sunglasses and a backwards baseball cap. Obviously, his hair hadn’t been done for the show yet. As the vans sped away, someone suggested that we had
The following is from the Wasted Times. It was part of a feature we did to commemorate our 10 day road trip. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
“Could you make sure that Timothy Drury gets these flowers?” pleaded V in her most innocent voice.
“Drury????” repeated the security guard.
“Yes, Drury!!!”
“Oh, okay. He’ll get them.”
“Thank you, sir.”
It would seem that the only one of stage to ever receive flowers during the show is Don Henley. We wanted, though, to give some (plus a Philadelphia Eagles balloon) to Timothy. He seemed so nice and friendly…he was always waving. The flowers got put on top of a crate and we spent almost the rest of the show watching in horror as the cameraman trampeled all over them. Eventaully, though, they got taken backstage. Mission accomplished.
Just a few hours earlier, it seemed like there wasn’t even going to be a show. Due to weather condictions, the Eagles weren’t able to get their plane out of Newark. We kept hearing announcements that the show would be delayed until they got there. We were continually assured, though, that they were en route. The delay did give us time to meet up with sevearl more people, thought. LA, L2, C2 and F had arrived. We were very excited to meet Jim who was going to sare our extra seat with us. We even got a surprise when P had an usher come get us so that we could talke with her. It was a lot of fun.Finally, about an hour and a half later, we could see some bustle in the backstage areas. This time, the announcement was the familair one. The show was about to start.
This time, we were in the 3rd row and the show was as amazing as it had been the night before. D and K were right behind us, so we had a really good time. We’d like to think that they remembered us from the night before and that we amused them just as much. It certaly seemed that way. It was kind of hard to have as good a time, though, because the people behind us just weren’t into it. As C informed them, “This is what you do at a rock concerts.” During the intermission, we got a better feel for these no-fun folks. The man asked us a couple of questoins and then commented that, “That bass player sure seems uptight!”
We kept hoping that Glenn would lick the microphone again, but he didn’t. Don did strut over to our side during “Dirty Laundry” and stood right at the endge of the stage. Needless to say, we were thrilled. During “Take it Easy” we help up a sign that read “Another Good Party. Thank You!”. Glenn gave us another priceless smile. The long wait that night was worth it.
The following is from the Wasted Times. It was part of a feature we did to commemorate our 10 day road trip. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
“Dammit, when are they going to show the local forecast? They keep showing the European weather!…okay, wait, there it is. Geez, it looks like its heading right for here…someone look outside. It’s raining.”
“Maybe if we had stopped at the CBN visitor’s center like I wanted to, we wouldn’t be having this problem. Pat Robertson could personally be taking care of this little weather problem for us.”
“Shut up, Melissa!”
Watehr was on everyone’s mind in the Hampton Inn in Virginia Beach. The Atlantic Ocean was experiencing its first tropical depression of the season…almost right over where the next concert was going to take place. We knew the band was RnRing it in Hilton Head, SC and we were worried that they couldn’t get out of there iwth current weather conditions. This was one show that couldn’t be cancelled. We had 2nd row seats.
The day of the show, with an anxious eye to the weather, we had a great lunch at the Olive Garden with a group of on-line friends. Christe had organized the entire fete. Our little group (D and K had become auxillary members) had picked up P (who thankfully had decided not to fly Valu-Jet) and at the resetaurant, we met B, A, J and her mom. Christe had also arranged for a local reporter to be present. So, over laguther and pasta, we all told our tales. After the group icture, we made a bee-line for the arts and craft store because we had wanted to make a few signs for the show.
The sun finally came out allowing us to go for a swim and to then prepare for the show. Little did we know that this evening was going to be the highlight of the entire trip!
The seats were awesome. We personally had never sat so close to the stage before. It was incredible…we were so close we could see that the amps were set at 9 (not 11?). We were a little off to Tim’s side, but that didn’t matter. We could see everything. Shortly before the show started we got a nice surprise. Sitting right next to us was a WT subscriber, David M. and his young daughter Rachel. We hope they had a great time.
From this point on, all Eagle encounters experienced by us in the 2nd row were verified by at least 2 people. If they did not occor or of they are a prouduct of our over active, over interpretive imaginations, FOR LAND’S SAKE, LET US HAVE OUR LITTLE FANTASIES). We knew it was going to be an interesting show as soon as Timothy Drury and Scott Crago took the stage they seemdd to be looking for someone in the audience. Let us explain. Timothy D. had recently posted on America Online about his new album. While on the trip, we had briefly exchanged e-mails and had told him that we would all wave at him from the 2nd row. We certaintly had no intentions of frightening him. He came out, we all waved. He waved back. It was a great way to start the show.
Everything from the 2nd row seemed bigger and brighter and more animated. Our eyes were glued to the stage. We could see how TBS kind of leered while he played. We could see the designs on Joe’s shirt, we could see the little droplets of singing by-product (spit) emanating from Glenn’s mouth, we could see that WONDERUFL smile on Don Felder’s face…the only thing we couldn’t see waws Henley’s head. It was hiding behind a cymbal…but that was okay. Even the sound was better in the 2nd row. We could hear little nuances and the stage talk between songs. We were in HEAVEN for the first set. It was only going to get better. During intermisison, Scott Crago came odwn into the seats with a fistful of drumsticks which he proceeded to distribute ot the kids in the first few rows.
Words cannot describe what it awas like for all of us during the acoustic set. We won’t even try. After “You Belong…” Glenn introduced the backup guys and we held up a sign with Timonhty Drury’s screen name just so that he understood that we weren’t any group of freaks sitting in the 2nd row…we were HIS freaks. The connection was made. Then Don came out for “Boys of Summer”. TBS grabbed him before the song started and gestured over by us. Don squinted and then nodded and then told Frey (and we all saw this) “That’s them.” Glenn then looked at us and laughed. We weren’t sure if this was a good thing, but we sure got excited. We all continued to make eye-contact with the band throughout the rest of the show. Don Felder was certainly amused by us (not as amused as he would be in a few days) and kept looking us while Joe sand “Life’s Been Good.” C and V reported that it looked like Felder was waiting for some sort of reaction. After joe sang the “They write me letters tell me I’m overwieght” line and we all flipped out (we’re so predictable, aren’t we?) Felder lauged at us yet again.
We didn’t want it to come to an end, but eventually it did. Glenn made a point of leaning over the stage to give a kid a guitar pick. “It’s for the boy,” he said. During “Take it Easy” we suddenly remembered that we had brought signs for the band. The sign about Glenn’s ugly shoes was forgotten about, but instead, V, L and Lisa struggled to hold up a very flopoppy piece of tag board that read “Good Party”. TBS witnessed this struggle and looked confused and amazed that we couldn’t coordinate a simple sign. Eventually, though, just V held the sign. Glenn FINALLY saw it, tipped his head back and let out a huge GLENN GUFFAW. V then swears that Glenn sang the rest of “Take it EAsy” to her, but D thinks otherwise. Man, we had a great time.
Sadly, though, we had to clear out of town. We went back to P’s room, changed and left enought good ervice coupons to get Ron, the friendly desk clerk, promoted to regional director. Then we loaded up on junk food and started the long, nighttime trek to Penn States.
Sorry we’ve been lax in posting these. I’m working on a bunch to queue up for the upcoming week. Enjoy!
Venue: Greensboro Coliseum
Seats: Section 223. Row M. Seats 7-8
Pricel: $52.00
The following is from the Wasted Times. It was part of a feature we did to commemorate our 10 day road trip. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
We were sitting in the Embassy Suites in Greensboro and we were very nervous. In fact, we had V and C continually running down to the bar for free hapy hour beer while we passed the time waiting for the film crew to get there…let’s backtrack just a little.
The day after Clemson, we drove back up to Greensboro, NC for yet another show. During the haul, we persuaded L, our stalward driver to make a stop at THE BIG PEACH. We even videotaped it. We found out later from D. that there had even been postcards available. Stops at the souvenir stand were not allowed for us.
All five of use checked into one suite and began to get ready for the show. That’s when D. called us. She had a deal for us. D. is a news producer in Columbus, Ohio and had arranged for us to be on the local news. None of us felt very photogenic, but we had our arms twisted. As we all rushed to get a little more photogenic, we weatched the same folks who were supposed to come film us on the 5 o’clock news. We were a little dismayed to hear from the reporter that THIS WAS IT FOREVER FROM THE EAGLES. That seemed a little odd since only a few days before, Henley had said himself that they were going to wait to talk about things. We decided to nail the news crew on this bit of BS they were feeding the masses.
Eventually, Beth (perkiness personified) and her cameraman Brian invaded our suite. They wanted pictures of everything. Pictures of hte web page, pictures of our ticket stubs, pictures of our dirty pizza dishes. We gave them a short interview and then Lisa flipped through one of the photo albums while Brian filmed.
Beth and Brian thought they were being cute by following us out to the car to film us getting into the van (they intended on playing “Life in the Fastlane” to close the piece). We were driving to the venue when the news van pulled up alongside of us and started filming again. We thought wed had lost them. We got to the show, parked and were alking in when there was Brian again. HE wanted to film us going throug the turnstiles. Thankfully, he didn’t follow us any longer. We could now concentrate on the show.
We had seats in the very back of the arena, but that let us take in the full stage. The show was just as phenomenal as the night before. highlights inlcuded Glenn actually licking hte microphone during “You Belong to the City” and then sitting on the side of the stage for “Rocky Mountain Way”. It’s too bad some enterprising soul didn’t rip his ugly blowing type shoes from his feet and make a run for it.
After the show, we tiredly, but happily made our way back to hteh otel. By the way, it was Melissa’s birthday and by midnight it had turned into C’s birthday. What a way to party!.
There are so many great cover versions of this song (which is pretty damn great as is). This is Papercuts, giving it a dream pop makeover and doing a hell of a job in the process. Not much else to say, I suppose. It’s good night music. Lights off. Goodnight.
The following is from the Wasted Times. It was part of a feature we did to commemorate our 10 day road trip. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
“You girls be careful. Don’t talk to any strangers.”
“You’re not going to be doing that thing where you pass bodies through the crowd, are you?”
“No, you don’t need to call every day. I’ll just keep telling myself that no news is good news.”
“You’re doing WHAT??? Do you know these people? Can you trust these people????”
All of our moms naturally had last minute words of advice. We knew when to call, who not to speak to and C. knew not to run up and down the aisles at the concert. We knew they had nothing to worry about, though. We were off on the adventure of a lifetime.
We (L, V, C, Lisa and Melissa) all assembled ourselves at L’s house outside of Pittsburgh. We chose Pittsburgh because of their airport’s strict safety standards (they finally got their lights working at night), strong rumors that L and airplanes don’t get along and the fact that was a pretty central location. We had rented a Dodge Grand Caravan that surprisingly could fit all of our luggage (despite a prohibition from Dollar that we not haul anything on the roof). We set off early on Saturday morning fortified by donuts from L’s mom and wet, sloppy kisses form Odie, the Dalmatian puppy.
The first day’s journey took us through scenic Pennsylvanian, West Virginian, Virginian, North and South Carolinian countryside. We passed through places with poetic names like Big Otter, decided that maybe we wouldn’t be stopping at any more Hardees (despite their great kids meal toys), and gazed in wonder at THE GIB PEACEH (a water tower that looks like a fuzzy peach from one angle and a part of the lower anatomy from another).
Finally, we made it to our first destination…Clemson, SC, a sleepy college town ripe with anticipation for the big rock concert the next day. Checking into the Ramada, we hooked up with R and S and spent the evening laughing, talking, eating pizza, looking at pictures and getting ready for the show the next night. The next day, A and L2 arrived and we also got to meet a new friend, T. It was time for the first Eagles show of 1996.
Traffic was heavy driving into Death Valley (the cute, friendly name these South Carolinians gave their sports stadium). Other people seemed to have the right idea and had erected tents, lawn chairs and Webbers for pre-game festivities. Local frats were replenishing their coffers after graduation parties by charging concert-goers for the privilege of parking on their frat house lawns. Heck, you know it’s damn festive when not only can you order boiled peanuts, but you can get a job selling them on the spot.
V had a sure fire method for finding primo parking spots and it paid off. In no time flat, we were in the stadium, ensconced in our really crappy seats and were setting a new world record for sweating (Ooops, A and L2 are from the south— they were perspiring). As we pondered how anyone could keep cotton candy from melting in the 100 degree heat, we were approached by D from Ohio. We had been looking forward to meeting her, but didn’t have much time to chat before the show got underway.
David Spero, Joe’s manager, played the proud papa as The Michael Stanley Band, a member of his talented stable, took the stage to warm up the already physically hot crowd. the tickets said the show started at 6…it was already 7 PM and no sign of the Eagles…but wait, we did have great seats for viewing the backstage area right outside the dressing room (of course we had to use high powered binoculars). Joe Walsh was walking around and Scott Crago could occasionally be seen attending to something or another. We’re sure The Michael Stanley Band is a great group of musicians with something important to say, but to be honest, in the heat and the excitement; the only thing we can remember is that they sang a song about underwear.
Finally, we heard the familiar lie as the crows was told the Eagles would be taking the stage in 5 minutes. It wasn’t really all that dark, but 15 minutes later, the familiar sounds of thunder and the faint flashes of lightening filled Death Valley. It’s easy to become jaded after seeing as many shows as us, but it was pretty incredible. Five tiny guys took the stages. We were leaning over the heads in front of us to get a better look. A grabbed Lisa’s hand for support and announced breathlessly, “They’re BLUE!!!!” And she wasn’t talking about Henley’s eyes. Yes, the band was dressed for comfort on this hot night and that meant that Henley had donned nothing but a white t-shirt and blue jeans. We were further astounded to see that Don was also wearing sneakers. Joe and Glenn were attired in their familiar T’s and loose fitting guy shirts. Felder was wearing his brown leather vest, white shirt and blue jeans and Tim was wearing something maroon.
They were fantastic. Every note was in place, every harmony right on, and everyone was SMILING. They looked like they were having the time of their lives up there on stage…and those of us in the audience were having a similar experience. We were a bit disappointed that the set list didn’t seem to have changed, but we were really pleasantly surprised when right before what should have been “Girl From Yesterday” Glenn announced those who may have seen the show before were in for a few surprises. They didn’t wait a second to surprise us and launched right into “Peaceful Easy Feeling”. There, under the open sky of the stadium, in the sweltering summer night, there couldn’t have been a more perfect song. Joe’s “Ordinary Average Guy” was its usual lighthearted self. We noticed that the slide show had changed a little over the break and now included pictures of the crew on the Australian leg frolicking with various members of the marsupial family. We didn’t want to know.
Much too soon it was time for the intermission. We spent it rehashing the first part of the show and eagerly anticipating what surprises were around the corner. As the lights came up for “Tequila Sunrise” we noticed how beautiful the lighting was. We had never noticed so many colors before and even from the distance were were at, it was an eye-catching show. Between songs, Glenn mumbled something about it being Father’s Day and that it was the first time all 5 Eagles were fathers. The second part of the show did not disappoint. The whole stadium was on their feet form “You Belong to the City” to the last strains of “Take it Easy”. Probably the most heart-stopping moment of the evening was that instead of the opening to “Smuggler’s Blues,” the band launched into “The Heat is On” We had never thought we would hear that song live…at least not done by the Eagles. Melissa went into some sort of screaming fit and even garnered the concern of a nearby shirtless drunk guy. We were right, though. Henley was no where near a microphone during the “Whoa oh oh oh’s”. He just calmly played an intricate pattern on that classic rock instrument…the cowbell.
The surprises weren’t over, though, and neither was the great music. All of them were in top form, but we were a little concerned about Joe, who seemed under the weather. Don Felder smiled and smiled, and Timothy’s voice was as clear and as beautiful as when he was in Poco. The fist encore included a very interpretive version of “All She Wants to Do is Dance”. Henley half sang, half spoke the song in a sort of sexy Rod McKuen sort of way. Let’s just say we were all excited. The show then proceeded in the normal way with “Rocky Mountain Way”, “Already Gone”, Desperado” and “Take it Easy”. Needless to say that night, Death Valley was very much alive.
Again, we don’t have notes so here’s what we remember. We flew to Hawaii without tickets. We only had the affirmation that some would be waiting for us at Will-Call. They were!
The show was on Glenn’s birthday. The crowd sang to him. We were seated by very friendly locals who sang and danced for the whole show and who attempted to share the special cigarettes they were smoking.
Cindy Frey stepped over us to get to some people she knew. She was very nice when she stepped on Lisa’s foot.
Everyone was in a great mood.
We spent the next day doing some touristy things….walking around Waikiki, shopping for souvenirs at Woolworth’s (who would have guessed they’d have the best stuff??), and being taken to a luau with some friends. Even though it was mostly a show put on for the tourists it was great fun….all the mai tais we could drink, a roasted pig, and lots of native dancing. A grand time was had by all….well, except for probably the pig.
