Loss of a Wish

From the moment Timmy Gibson asked me to write down the words to "I Can't Tell You Why" so he could give them to his girlfriend, Susan...I was hooked. That was in the early 80's and I was somewhere around 14, sitting in my bedroom with an 8 track of "Hotel California", a pencil and a piece of notebook paper from my 3-ring binder. I sat cross-legged for hours (days) playing a few words, then fast-forwarding through the tape back to the next few words. Back then an 8-track tape only went in one direction... forward. I spent countless hours listening to the Eagles over and over and over and over, until I finally had each and every word to that song committed to my young memory, along with all of the other songs - and my love for The Eagles was born.

It wasn't until sitting in my bedroom floor that I realized The Eagles sang one of my very first musical memories, "Witchy Woman". Though I was too young to know who they were back at age 6-7, I never forgot the song. When I was in my early 20's I dated a deaf guy, who I turned into a huge Eagles fan. Even though he couldn't hear the words, he felt the beat of the vibration while I signed the words to every song. That was pretty cool! "I Cant Tell You Why" had been my favorite song since the days of 8-track and and I still sign it whenever it plays on the radio.
 
I don't remember what ever happened between Timmy and Susan, but I do know that my "boys" took me through some hard time, happy times, craziness, sadness, love and life over 35 years since those days in my bedroom. When I was lonely, they were there to ease my loneliness. When I was happy they were there to celebrate with me.... this one band, among untold others, stood with me through the tests that time and life threw at me.  They were my mood music, regardless of what mood that would be.

From my earliest love of them until today, my only musical wish - dream-hope was to one day see them in concert. Whether it was time, space, or money.....the "one day" slipped away. Today Glenn Frey died, taking my 'one day' with him. Gone was the hope and dream of "one day" I will see The Eagles play live in concert. No other passing of a musical great has hurt my heart as much as the death of my most wished wish of my life. The Eagles, without Glenn, have ceased to be...

I am truly heart broken.

Peace