When I turned 16, my dad gave me three CDs.
1. Eric Clapton: Timepieces
2. The Eagles: Live (Best of the Eagles pictured above)
3. The Doobie Brothers: The Best of
This was my introduction to “real” music, and the first of many birthdays of Dad giving me music from his generation. To say that this gift would change my life would be an understatement. This is when I fell in love with ’70s rock. This is when I fell in love with the electric guitar. This would be the soundtrack to my 2002 and my entire high school days.
To be honest, I still don’t believe it. I still don’t believe that Glenn Frey is gone. This is the first celebrity death that hits close to home. Not only have I loved Glenn’s songwriting, guitar playing, and singing; he has been a special bond between my dad and me. I have spent many nights in high school and college driving my 1995 Nissan Pathfinder with the windows down, blaring and singing along to “Hotel California.”
“Wasted Time”
“Life in the Fast Lane”
“Seven Bridges Road”
“Desperado”
The Eagles
These are the songs that are written on my heart. These are the songs that I wish I could write. These are the songs that live forever.
The Eagles started with Glenn Frey. Glenn Frey was the Eagles; he was chief of the flock.
I wanted to see the Eagles in person, but I never could afford the ticket. Now the best for which I can hope is to see the remaining members perform the songs that have meant so much to so many people. That includes me.
Glenn, thank you for what you have meant to music, to songwriting, to guitar, to singing, and to me. I hope, if you made it to heaven, that you’re no longer in pain and that you can sing to your heart’s content. Peace, my brother.
Bradley Minnigan 