I finally watched The History of the Eagles this past weekend. I really didn't have any interest in watching it before but the death of Glen Frey got me curious about these guys whose music was part of my younger self's sound track. Without giving too much away, kids meet up in L.A. in the 70's with rock n' roll dreams, make it huge, hate each other, quit, get back together, a few still hate each other, rich, ROCK N' ROLL!
Afterwards, I was a little melancholy. Still not sure why. Maybe it's all the years that have gone by so fast. I was 14 the first time I heard Tequila Sunrise. Maybe it was that their lyrics always had a melancholy tone to them. Again Tequila Sunrise, Lyin' Eyes, etc. Maybe it was that they were such driven individuals so bent on success that it almost destroyed them as people. And now Glen's tragically gone.
At the same time, Nan and I celebrated our 28th wedding anniversary this weekend. It was just the two of us out to dinner (try the Pine Tavern's bratwursts!) It was a wonderful evening just talking and killing a bottle of wine. All the years have gone by just as fast. Kids are grown and gone. We both wonder what to make with the remaining years. But there was no sense of melancholy at all. A genuine sense of joy and loving that I'm with this woman who still loves me after all.