R.I.P. Glenn Frey

R.I.P. Glenn Frey. In a number of circles it is pretty smart to revile The Eagles. I like them a whole lot. Then again, I ain’t even very cool. It always struck me as ironic that so much of the hipster set digs the Americana/Rock fusion trend and yet has a particularly venomous opinion of The Eagles. Their first two records (particularly) are a pretty ballsy synthesis of country and rock…sometimes hard rock (Witchy Woman live 1973 sounds like Metal-Country). The impression I get is that a number of folks feel like The Eagles are the poster boys for “Corporate Rock.” I suppose it depends on how one defines that concept. And this post doesn’t need to get bogged down in belching semantics. So…yeah…and so long, Glenn Frey. I dug your work and loved your moustache. The hip owe you a debt that they’re not even aware of…