Turns out the Eagles didn’t totally suck

I used to believe Glenn Frey was pop music’s Antichrist…until it dawned on me, he might have been the Eagles’ (and my) savior.

By Andrew J. Pridgen

I grew up fucking hating the Eagles.

It was for a lot of reasons and really none of them were about the band or its songs. To me the Eagles were the worst (see: most overplayed) group in my parents’ record collection. Just one glimpse of that blue greatest hits album cover with the painted bird skeleton and American Indian-type font was enough to make me want to go play outside.

As I got a little older, the Eagles crept into the limited music vernacular of most of my classmates and teammates. There was that cover again. There were those same 10 fucking songs. On bus rides, at dances and before pep rallies; blaring from cars squealing into the parking lot at lunch…