Showing posts with label Eagles. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Dirty Laundry (1982) Don Henley Predicts the Future

Dirty Laundry: Don Henley Predicts the Future on 1982 Solo Album, "I can't stand still" (released 10/12/1982)

(Houston) I've written about Texas artists before, but one of the largest stars in Texas music history is Don Henley, who wrote a prescient piece for his first solo album in 1982 about TV news: "Dirty Laundry," appearing on I Can't Stand Still. Henley comments on the nature of the news "infotainment" industry before that was even a word; before the internet, reality TV, or social media.

Similar themes run through much of his work with the Eagles, or on his own, as an activist singer/songwriter: loss of innocence, the cost of being in the public spotlight, naivete of victims' perspectives, perils of fame, exploitation of tragedy, illusion versus reality, in-authenticity, corruption in news media, and the reality of #FakeNews (before much of this was part of today's lexicon).

When did Don Henley first read The Catcher in the Rye

Was it in 1961 or 1962 at the height of Kennedy’s "Camelot" presidency, during his first or second year of high school? How did young Don Henley relate to young Holden Caufield?
Did Don Henley learn to drown out the cacophony of oppressive “fakery” permeating the world, through music? 

Did music give him the bridge to his own authentic voice, like J. D. Salinger’s writing? 

Ten years after the book was written, Salinger appeared on the cover of TIME magazine in 1961, and Don Henley may have found his calling as a musician when he read in The Catcher in the Rye (quote): “a woman's body is like a violin and all; and that it takes a terrific musician to play it right.” The ladies’ man begins his journey in a band (in North Texas) with Salinger’s words deeply embedded in his mind.

In 1982, at 35-years old, Don Henley still felt like he was living in a time of great mistrust, a feeling that one-nation undivided, was rapidly disappearing. Henley saw even then, the prevalence of lawyers, and the everyone-for-themselves ethos of modern culture, where men and women sue each other regularly, "it's a very insidious thing," Henley said.
"Writing songs is therapeutic for me. It's a way of trying to make sense of a world that often doesn't make sense at all," he said. "It keeps me off the shrink's couch, keeps me from climbing a tower with a rifle (a reference to the UT/Austin mass-shooting of 1966, when Henley was 19?)." "Creating is a spiritual act, as well as a kind of meditation." (end quote)
Written for a LP which contained an interesting juxtaposition of dark themes; the song was developed as part of his first solo album in an atmosphere of excitement and productivity. Although Henley always thought there's room for social commentary in music, one of the basic principles of folk, singer/songwriters; "you can't hit people over the head with it." Henley believes, "you can comment, but you can't preach." 

In "Dirty Laundry," humor and satire protect against heavy, or preachy themes; but producing a song completely applicable as social commentary 35-years after it was written, is truly remarkable.  Like The Catcher in the Rye, I realize it sounds a little Holden Caulfield-esque calling everyone in TV news a phony, but Henley really did think everyone in that business was a phony.
"I got divorced and my personal life fell apart. I don't know if you feel this way, but when you're depressed, it's really easy to see everything that is fake about other people and life, and I just started seeing all that. How phony celebrity was, how phony everything is. You channel your inner-Holden Caulfield, you know?"--Ethan Hawke (writer, producer, director, actor)
I've taken the liberty to update the lyrics to apply to 2017 times, but the spirit of the song has been left unedited. I hope you like my adaption, and the song is common enough to your memory that you will sing along! 

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Dallas Cowboys: My tribute to all the sports journalists of my youth ["Scattershooting"]



Scattershooting....... while wondering how the stagecoach ran through December so rapidly? 

As I sit here on this brisk January Sunday morning in tribute to Blackie Sherrod, Skip Bayless, Paul Crume, Dan Jenkins, Randy Galloway, and all others who pecked out their sports columns I read so religiously in my youth; I’m not writing in the Dallas Morning News, but I’m gonna drop a hot sports opinion nonetheless. 

Forty-days and forty-nights have passed since that terrible Thanksgiving Day when we all sat down for a feast of football. So decimated mentally and physically by the Eagles, the Cowboys rebounded and revived into a real contender for the Super Bowl everyone thought belonged to the home team, Arizona Cardinals.

Neither Matthew Stafford’s homecoming nor the feckless home-field advantage of Jerry’s Cowboys will dissuade me from prognosticating wild card success, this afternoon in Dallas. Finally, after wandering in the wilderness of mediocrity and the futility of .500, my precise predictive prowess tells my faithful readers that the Cowboys will win only its second playoff victory in 19 years. 

If kale is the new super-food, the Cowboys are the new Super Bowl contender! Their road may run through the frozen tundra, but a championship game in the wild Seattle northwest, with the despicable denizens a/k/a The 12th Man is not as daunting in light of the solid win over the Seahawks on October 12.



Am I a home-field hallucinator? A crazy Cowboy, delusional in Dallas? No, I think a dominating offense and an inspired, friendly crowd push the Pokes past the unlucky Lions. Defense is the unanswered question for those who wade into the scary waters of calling a Cowboy victory today; and if Dallas tries to single-cover Calvin Johnson again, Stafford will make the home squad pay as if he was Bobby Layne’s ghost. Ball control will win the day: Murray running-game plus zero takeaways by the Lions, equals another chance at greatness for the Metroplex’s most storied franchise. 

If Jerry-world resembles Disney-land more than Lambeau, the smash-mouth reality of the road to Glendale could mean a better path for the Cowboys, after this game; considering they’re the best road team in football? Like a great book, the story of this season changed drastically after November 27, and it must take another surreal turn this afternoon.


So if Super Bowl XLIX (whatever that number really means) in four weeks, pits Dallas versus Denver, like the big game 35-years ago at the Superdome; I’ll be the smartest man in journalism, and if I’m Arizona dreamin’ on this winter’s day, you’ll forget me like yesterday’s headlines. And so it goes…


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