Lushly Mature
Just listening to the newly remastered Hotel California and of course I have always known how good it is
but when listening to the Eagles over the years I have tended to earlier
albums, following the nostalgia of first discovery and the albums I bought at
the time – HC never one on its actual
release.
The songs reflect a maturity of thought, as in the oft-cited
and analysed title song, though I think its meaning is quite straightforward in
observing an American culture that has not changed one jot since the song’s
writing, and how it never was any different, but only imagined it could be, in
fact, before 1969
So I called up the
Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say"
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say"
Having always warmed to the easy charms of luscious
harmonies, especially in favourite Desperado [review here],
the songs on this album are largely meatier constructs, like The Last Resort, but I have also been
reminded today of how equally beautiful is a song like Try and Love Again, a Randy Meisner write.
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