in one crazed pass, not scribbling notes and losing them in your jacket pockets or your glove compartment . . . but sitting down like a pro and working with the material, changing and improving the song over and over, until you had it exactly the way you wanted it. I love this story because it illustrates how we all really learn. Friends. Role models. People we watch and copy. But the key takeaway is that if Glenn Frey had not moved his ass from Detroit to Los Angeles, he would never have had the chance to cross paths with Jackson Browne—not to mention J.D. Souther and Don Henley and Linda
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