When John Lennon died, it was a senseless shooting. It was shocking, but it really didn’t affect me personally.
Freddie Mercury died of AIDS, which was pretty much a death sentence back in the early 90s. No one was surprised, given that Freddie Mercury was—Freddy Mercury.
Dan Peek from America died; I love their music, but have no idea what he even looked like.
David Bowie—I wasn’t a huge fan, but he was a little too close to my age when he died.
But Glenn Frey? That hits too close to home. I love listening to the Eagles, and have been known to play along with their CDs. My wife and I saw the Eagles perform, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I suspect he was a bit—shall we say—headstrong? Don Felder would probably agree with that. As Joe Walsh said, “It’s Don and Glenn’s band.” It won’t be the same, even if they try to keep things going. It’s yin without yang or heads without tails.
Plus it reminds many of us that no one lives forever.
But I will always enjoy Glenn’s music, and am glad that he left it behind for us to remember him by.