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I Can’t Tell You Why? Thoughts on Glenn Frey’s untimely passing.

Still perserving away on the novel.

Averaging 454 words for six days.

Last week, I blogged about fog.

This week, what stayed with me . . .

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The surprising and sad death of Glenn Frey.

Like this text from my husband, this morning.

 

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I can’t tell you why it affected me so.

His text was a reference to earlier a conversation we had this morning. Having watched the History of the Eagles documentary last night, both of us tried to remember the name of a song from a point in the show.

When it came to him, he sent me this text.

It took me a while to figure out his cryptic message.

I can’t tell you why

I wondered: had something happened with the children? Had he had enough? Was he hitting the open road and not return till mid-March?

Then I remembered our discussion, the documentary, the song and Glenn Frey had died.

I admit never going to an Eagles concert.

I admit only buying their music, other than a few 45s, after I was adult and probably doing so because hot-tub time machines only exist in movies.

There’s no quicker way to transport back to another place in history than through a taste or smell — or sound.

 

 

In the 70s, Eagles’ music stood out in all the best ways.

It was always on the radio when all there was was radio.

A line in the documentary that echoed that point. It went something like — You just didn’t listen to the Eagles. You did things to the Eagles.

They were the songs on the radio leaving the high school parking lot with the windows rolled down thinking Thank you Jesus school is over for today. Eagles songs on the Top 40. The countdown played on Sundays as I lay with eyes closed, warm, on a gritty towel at the beach. Life in the Fast Lane played at a junior high school dance. It was a rare outside dance held in the courtyard off the cafeteria.

I can’t tell you why Frey’s death sat in my thoughts this week rudely kicking grocery lists and afterschool appointments out of the way.

Maybe it’s the shadow of time running out?

Still in the distance, a specter gaining with a speed and stealth I never gave much thought to.

Until now.

 

 

 

 

 

           

           

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