A veteran British rock journalist takes creative flight in a book about an all-American band.
In the acknowledgments, Wall, the author of When Giants Walked the Earth and other music bios, doesn’t thank the members of the Eagles or anyone in their orbits. Instead, he leans heavily on those who have written about the Eagles before, along with a “distillation” of his own “archive of interviews not just with members of the Eagles but with hundreds of other significant figures from the same period.” Much of the material feels secondhand and sometimes stale, and the narrative is often scattershot. However, it’s also entertaining and often edgy. At the very least, Wall captures the spirit of that era’s “fast lane” in a manner reminiscent of a highly caffeinated Tom Wolfe, treating the band in the manner that Wolfe did Phil Spector or the Merry Pranksters. In one early scene, Wall takes us to the Troubadour in LA, where you go “to get drunk, get loaded, and get laid.” There, he introduces us to “Linda Ronstadt—the cute cut-off denim shorts and sweet brown doll’s eyes, the Troubadour girl with the sunny small-town smile and the voice of a cactus mountain goddess, the super-groovy chick that all the would-be groovy guys want the most.” There’s still more to that sentence, about how Ronstadt (apparently) says, “there are two sets of Troubadour regulars, ‘the musician pool and the sex pool.’ ” As an exercise in style, the text provides most of the substance of the band’s stories, including the shifts in balances of power, management issues, and the passage of time that left leaders Glenn Frey and Don Henley at loggerheads. Then they vowed that they would never engage in a cash-grab reunion—until they did, with a “farewell” that has now lasted decades longer than the band’s original “long run.”
A serviceable rock bio in which nobody, including the author, takes it easy.