It's been
de rigueur to hate the Eagles for as long as I can remember. Certainly since the Dude righteously declared "I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man," back in
The Big Lebowski, right up through
The Good Place's depiction of the Medium Place -- the limbo of "eternal mediocrity" between heaven and hell -- as having a jukebox programmed to play nothing but live versions of Eagles songs.
When I was first discovering pop radio as a pre-teen back in the mid-70s, the Eagles were already a radio...
Published on March 04, 2020 07:24