After three hours, I was wrung out. Crying, smiling, remembering…if you were “there” (1970-1980), and even if you weren’t, this is necessary watching for you.
History of the Eagles is so full of stories, the editors alone deserve an Emmy. With priceless 60s and 70s archival footage, honest — really honest — interview segments, and enlightening peeks into how a Band becomes a Brand, this documentary is as close to an anthology as you can get.
That doesn’t mean, however, that it was without discomfort. I thought about those bits all evening last night, and I woke up thinking about them this morning. But more on that later.
It’s a true historical account: it starts when Glenn Frey and Don Henley were in junior high school in Detroit, Michigan and Linden, Texas, respectively, and ends with footage from their tour following the release of their last album in 2007. Watching what all happened in between those times will wear you out.
Of course, you can’t talk about the Eagles without bringing up their stunning, sigh-inducing harmonies, which are shown on several occasions in a rehearsal-type atmosphere, or with the five of them just sitting in a hotel room, singing for the heck of it. Oh, the memories of that sound. Almost every song featured took me back to a specific memory, and I am certain that those recollections cloud this review. So be it. Still, that they even survived all those years on the road is a testament to their steely commitment to, as both Henley and Frey say in interviews, “just getting better.”
Throughout their close scrapes with the law, constant control-freakism (mostly between Frey and others, like sidemen and producers) and basic struggles when you live with the same people for years on end in a marriage-like situation, the boys always came out on top. Almost always. They lost bass player Randy Meisner to his debilitating insecurity about singing the high notes on crowd favorites like “Take it to the Limit.” He couldn’t take the pressure, and was replaced by the drop-dead-beautiful voice and bass playing talents of Timothy B. Schmit (singer of “Love Will Keep Us Alive”).
But the segment on lead guitarist Don Felder’s untimely and crushingly sad departure from the group is what I can’t stop thinking about. All those years, all those songs, all the experiences, all the success…and the Eagles and Felder (sadly known as “The Other Don” because of the larger-than-life presence of Henley) just couldn’t agree to let bygones be bygones. Watching the final Felder interview was heartbreaking. To me, it’s not the Eagles anymore without him.
Felder constantly recorded random riffs onto a tape deck, and we can thank him for sending Frey and Henley a copy of something he couldn’t get out of his head. It went on to become the chord progression by which the band would be forever identified:
But it couldn’t save him from being dismissed from the band of brothers he’d lived and worked with for two decades. He left shattered and hurt and bitter (and not without fault himself, to be fair to Frey). So sad. It sticks in my craw. That, and out of all the Eagles, he was — and still is — the best looking. Yes, I’m that shallow.
Seriously though, if you want to see how they became who they were, from the way they found their band name to who wrote the tunes and how they recorded, to the irreversible damage caused by the recording sessions for their last album (The Long Run), you must watch this documentary. In the annals of rock history, it is time-capsule worthy. It’s that good.
If you’re looking for insight into their family lives, however, you will be disappointed. Wives and children were mentioned only in passing, and not by name. I’m assuming that was by design. They wanted to keep it “business only.” I don’t mind that; I was never interested in their wives anyway.
Informative, deep, sad, riveting, funny, entertaining, tragic and lovely. All the superlatives fit. This is required watching for anyone who remembers — and in my case, treasures a great deal about — their wasted youth in the 1970s.
On the Rat-O-Meter scale of five cheeses, I give History of the Eagles RtB’s first-ever:
Thanks to son Lars for catching that Felder was playing an SG, not a Les Paul. Mama Fink raised a smart boy.
Wonder if smarty-pants Lars knows what “SG” stands for?
BTW, did I recall you mentioning it was on Showtime? I want to set the DVR to catch the next time it rolls around!
He probably does, but his mama for sure does not! LOL
Yep, it’s on Showtime. You HAVE to watch for it!
Now how unimaginative is THAT??
Wow. I need to watch that. Every single song of theirs has a specific memory for me. My boys would take their naps to the sounds of the Eagles. We would play their albums and dance around the living room, too. Such wonderful memories for me. Glad you gave it 5 cheeses!
You DO need to watch it! You will love it. Such memories for both of us!
Wow five cheeses!! Cheesii? hehe Guess I need to look for this somewhere!
We have begun with House of Cards, we are liking it so far!
Isn’t it evil?! I loved it. Gobbled the whole thing in like three days. LOL
The Eagles are not the Eagles without Don Felder. Glenn Frey is an absolute asshole. If you want the other side of the story, read Don Felder’s book “Heaven & Hell, My Years with the Eagles,” (or something close to that). What a disappointing end to the band I grew up on. What Glenn Frey won’t tell you is that the Eagles wouldn’t be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame if not for Hotel California, and without Don Felder, there would be no Hotel California. In the film, when Frey says “I told Irving (manager) that I wasn’t going to do it unless Don Henley and I get more money than the others,” I seriously thought he was going to break a big smile and say “just kidding.” He wasn’t kidding, even though he’s not on the same musical planet as Don Henley, and he wouldn’t have Hotel California if not for Don Felder, which means no Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. In short, the Eagles are not the Eagles without Felder, and Glenn Frey is an asshole.
Agreed. I was basically OK with Frey until the comment about he and Henley getting more money than the others. And that leads to the question: Was Henley in on this, or did he just tacitly approve to shut Frey up?
Totally agree that there would have been no Rock Hall induction had there been no Hotel California — and there wouldn’t have been a Hotel California without Felder.