Finally Started That 2013 Documentary About The Eagles Last Night
It takes a lot for me to commit to anything new on Netflix. It can be something that I've been anticipating for months to watch (like Stranger Things or Luke Cage) or something totally foreign (like the horror classic that is known as Wolfcop), you almost have to pin me in front of the screen Clockwork Orange style to keep my eyes and attention locked in. It feels like I'm trying to harness my extremely scattered brain waves into one steady channel of focus. I start off like the Ghostbusters when they're shooting buck wild at Slimer in the hotel dining room, but if I'm able to reel myself in I think of it as when Venkman and the gang are showing that bitch Gozer how they do things downtown with one super stream crossing.
The History of The Eagles documentary has been lingering on my Netflix queue for quite awhile for the stated reason above. Unlike The Dude, I love the fuckin' Eagles man, but three and a half hours is quite the stationary marathon to sit through. However, I have Saturday night to thank; that's when after the McGregor/Mayweather fight my buddies and my buddy's old man decided to make the natural transition of watching that, to watching all 50 of Mike Tyson's knockouts, to watching The Eagles' 1977 concert in D.C. on YouTube (because who doesn't want to listen to sentimental 1970s rock after you see men get their faces bashed in?) Ever since then I had Glenn, Don and Joe on the musical brain and when Monday Night Raw's main event did absolutely nothing to captivate me I fired up the Netflix and saw this puppy waiting. It was almost midnight, so why not hop on that Midnight Flyer?
I watched the first thirty minutes of it and realized what an awful Eagles fan I am. First, I had no clue Glenn Frey ran with Bob Seger and Jackson Browne before he bumped into Don Henley on the same record label, and I equally had no clue that Henley got his break from Kenny "Dairy Challenge" Rogers by crashing at his place in LA. Completely oblivious that they met up by playing for Linda Rondstadt, who was an absolute female of fine looks back then (also, totally unaware of Don's strong fro game back then. Dude was a northern Texas Shaft of machismo).
Clearly, the rock scene in 1970s LA had a boatload of musical talent roaming their streets and The Eagles were right in the thick of those woods. It's pretty damn wild I've listened to this band for a quarter of a century and knew so little about how they rose to stardom.
Anyways, looking forward to the next two and a half hours of this gem. I know I'm a solid four years late to jumping in this fast lane, but now I'm a music documentary streaming desparado.
Sure makes me miss Glenn Frey, though.