"but you can never leave"...it certainly was a surreal feeling last night at Madison Square Garden...my first concert in the age of Covid...and first time seeing the Eagles...after so many years of their music strumming in my head...pleasant earworms...and while listening last night...I realized just how easily the music and words could transport me...way back...I could digress...talk about the men sitting behind me discussing everything they thought they knew about the Eagles...loudly...with a steady stream of misinformation...or about the woman screaming in the ladies room for the attendant...apparently she had seen the largest roach known to mankind in her stall...welcome to NY lady...but instead I will tell you about Deacon Frey...that would be the late Glenn Frey's son...who with Vince Gill has stepped in...trying to fill a space left when Glenn tragically passed too soon...instead creating something new and quite lovely...and when Deacon stepped to the microphone for my favorite song, "Peaceful Easy Feeling"...all the anger inside...bubbling since Covid strangled life as we knew it...seemed to fade...Deacon, living testament that art is created as a mirror of life as the artist perceives it...intimate and universal...and can be reborn with new artists...from generation to generation...and so...well, at least for today...before I look at the headlines...deadlines...frown lines...I'll treasure the lyrics..."don't let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy"...
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