I *hate* the Eagles. I have truama issues.
When I worked a few jobs with Glenn Frey, the Eagles were kind of on the "outs" (in the mid eighties there was no actual "Eagles") and he was between tours in his solo career, sitting in with a variety of jazz acts that were my bread and butter for the moment (it was winter), along with "Skunk" Baxter (who just wanted to pursue some heavy jazzy things at the time) one night. Every fucking time Frey took the lead he tried to turn the jam into some form of Eagles thing. Skunk was fucking pissed at him that night and the proverbial artistic clash began. It was a small venue, but I still took pictures.
I recorded over the tapes I used that night. I regret it though, because Skunk, some unknown piano cat and Michael Brecker (he died last year) were awesome together.
I may also have issues.
