a very different kind of Eagles farewell tour
May 5, 2022 23:14:30 GMT
Post by Chungus on May 5, 2022 23:14:30 GMT
DON HENLEY: Yes, now for our deceased comrade Glenn Frey, we will play one of his songs, in tribute to him...
"The heat is on (flames are burning higher)
The heat is on (baby can't you feel it)
The heat is on (burnin' burnin' burnin')..."
DON HENLEY: Thanks everyone. That one's for you Glenn. Hope you felt that one. Now I, the great Don Henley, who most of you aging boomers paid far too much to see tonight, will leave the stage and hand it over to Bernie Leadon, as I will at numerous other times during this intimate performance. He will be duetting with Linda Ronstadt, which should be interesting, considering she lost the ability to sing ten years ago due to Parkinson's. Take it away, Bernie and Linda...
"Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine..."
DON HENLEY: Thanks Bernie, that was brilliant. In fact, it was so brilliant, I think we may as well make a lot of this final Eagles show more about Bernie Leadon's ancient connections to the likes of Gene Clark and Gram Parsons. Yes, folks, it's true, the Eagles had fuck-all to do with the Byrds or whatever, but some guy on the Steve Hoffman forum is going to have his second-banana dreams come true tonight. And later we're going to thrill all you Eagles fans with what you've waited forty years for - an instrumental version of "Hotel California." Finally, you'll be free from my singing and those cryptic, drug-referencing lyrics. In the meantime, I'm going to let Don Felder sing the one song we ever let him sing lead on. Suffice to say I'm in a generous mood, folks. Yes, Felder's going to sing a song you've probably never listened to from one of our old records, a song that barely sounds like the Eagles and contains Felder's clever lyric, "Play on, el chingadero." Felder tells me that chingadero is Spanish for motherfucker, but I have my doubts. But it's going to be great. This show is after all our finale and there is simply no better way to bring an incredible run of success full circle than playing a lot of extremely obscure material. And don't worry, that includes me. Instead of the wealth of my pretentiously adult hits you've all come to know and love as the soundtrack of your pathetically white lives, I'm going to sing a song you've never heard from a crap band I was in for a year that crashed and burned years before The Eagles...
"The heat is on (flames are burning higher)
The heat is on (baby can't you feel it)
The heat is on (burnin' burnin' burnin')..."
DON HENLEY: Thanks everyone. That one's for you Glenn. Hope you felt that one. Now I, the great Don Henley, who most of you aging boomers paid far too much to see tonight, will leave the stage and hand it over to Bernie Leadon, as I will at numerous other times during this intimate performance. He will be duetting with Linda Ronstadt, which should be interesting, considering she lost the ability to sing ten years ago due to Parkinson's. Take it away, Bernie and Linda...
"Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine..."
DON HENLEY: Thanks Bernie, that was brilliant. In fact, it was so brilliant, I think we may as well make a lot of this final Eagles show more about Bernie Leadon's ancient connections to the likes of Gene Clark and Gram Parsons. Yes, folks, it's true, the Eagles had fuck-all to do with the Byrds or whatever, but some guy on the Steve Hoffman forum is going to have his second-banana dreams come true tonight. And later we're going to thrill all you Eagles fans with what you've waited forty years for - an instrumental version of "Hotel California." Finally, you'll be free from my singing and those cryptic, drug-referencing lyrics. In the meantime, I'm going to let Don Felder sing the one song we ever let him sing lead on. Suffice to say I'm in a generous mood, folks. Yes, Felder's going to sing a song you've probably never listened to from one of our old records, a song that barely sounds like the Eagles and contains Felder's clever lyric, "Play on, el chingadero." Felder tells me that chingadero is Spanish for motherfucker, but I have my doubts. But it's going to be great. This show is after all our finale and there is simply no better way to bring an incredible run of success full circle than playing a lot of extremely obscure material. And don't worry, that includes me. Instead of the wealth of my pretentiously adult hits you've all come to know and love as the soundtrack of your pathetically white lives, I'm going to sing a song you've never heard from a crap band I was in for a year that crashed and burned years before The Eagles...
