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E Harmony

Posted on May 12, 2018

Earlier this week a friend invited me to the Eagles concert. I knew they were coming but it was one of those things you think “oh, it’d be nice to go but… I can’t afford it and I didn’t win tickets, so I guess I’ll miss it this time around.” Even after she invited me I thought I might not end up going if something came up for her or me or whatever. I just didn’t give it much thought.

When I picked her up tonight, she said, “I probably won’t even know any songs. Maybe three or four.”

“You don’t know you know them but you’ll recognize them as soon as they play them,” I told her.

Even as we sat in our seats – very expensive seats she had gotten as a Christmas present – I still wasn’t all that excited. “This is nice,” I thought to myself as I watched the stadium fill to the rafters.

With that first note, all 6 of them lined up and standing on the stage with a guitar, I was overcome with a sudden stillness. Goosebumps. Their harmony then, and their continued harmonies throughout the night, were like angels singing from the heavens.

I’ve been to a lot of concerts. There have been some ah-mazing concerts. Fleetwood Mac, The Who, Imagine Dragons, Pearl Jam, Rod Stewart, Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Dixie Chicks, Tim McGraw, etc. But never, NEVER have I been so taken back to a time of such melancholic nostalgia. These songs and voices brought me back to 14 and 15, sitting in someone’s house smoking cigarettes and just… listening. Vinyl records. I remember the album covers, studying them, listening to every click, pop, and hiss. We played air guitar, we hummed along, we swayed and yes, we were probably high.

Deacon Frey looks like a Canadian, one of many I went to Forestry school with – his long and probably soft hair flowing over the collar of his red plaid shirt. He is understated and humble, at least that’s how he comes across.

The inclusion of Vince Gill was the icing on the cake. Legs like tree trunks, a tousled mane, and a presence so commanding I will be dreaming about him for years to come.

This was a special night. Not a raucous rock concert. It was a magical, spiritual night of pure joy. I can’t find the words to describe their beautiful harmonies and gorgeous musicianship.

When I’m on my deathbed, please fill my room with Eagles music and let me fly to the other side on the wings of their angelic voices…