…where the sun sails and the moon walks
I get that it’s not cool to like The Eagles these days. Hell, maybe it never was, but that smooth country/rock sound meant the world to me growing up. Their music was in steady rotation in my formative years, so needless to say, Glenn Frey’s death yesterday carried with it one helluva sting.
When I was first learning to play the guitar, I was strumming out Eagles tunes, and some of my fondest memories are of playing songs like Take It Easy, Tequila Sunrise, and Peaceful Easy Feeling on the front porch of Brent’s and my place on Martin Street.
We were listening to a lot of Eagles in 1986, Their Greatest Hits (1971-1975) and Eagles Greatest Hits, Vol. 2 in particular, but I remember Brent also had On the Border and Hotel California on vinyl and a cassette of The Long Run that all got plenty of play too.
So, here we are, a week shy of Brent being gone a year, mourning another one of our childhood heroes.
Yesterday I posted on social media about how I was “floored to learn that Glenn Frey passed“, adding “Another musician who contributed significantly to my life’s soundtrack. He will be sorely missed.”
My old pal Jon Thomas replied, “Unfortunately Bob, we will be getting more news like this. Those who played the soundtrack through our formative years are getting to that age. With each one who passes, so does some of our youth.”
Time on this rock is short for each and every one of us, but this is not the end of our journey. It’s just the beginning. When death comes we shall spread our wings like eagles and see what awaits us beyond the veil…
Quickly now to the top of this rock
the eagles swooped one by one and
set down their passengers.
“Farewell!” they cried, “wherever
you fare, till your eyries receive you
at the journey’s end!” That is the
polite thing to say among eagles.
“May the wind under your wings
bear you where the sun sails and
the moon walks,” answered Gandalf,
who knew the correct reply.
—Tolkien, The Hobbit