I won’t apologize for ticket prices. I think we’re well worth it. We consider ourselves in the elite touring acts, like the Stones, Elton John, Paul McCartney.
I read the Life magazine articles about free love and free dope in California. At age 20 I drove to Los Angeles.
If the Eagles were to get back together, it would have to be for the right reasons. I think it would look awful if it were just for the money.
Some people, they just don’t get a joke.
Without a reunion, the Eagles are forever young, like James Dean.
It’s a losing proposition, but one you can’t refuse. It’s the politics of contraband, it’s the smuggler’s blues.
If you get a chance to be in a film, that’s great. One of my goals is to make a record as good as Don Henley’s album, Building the Perfect Beast.
Money was a much saner goal than adoration. They’ll both drive you crazy but if I’m going to blow my brains out for five years, I want something to show for it.
I think that’s a powerful thing, to be able to engage your audience and let them put some of themselves into the music.
The great thing about being 30 is that there are a great deal more available women. The young ones look younger and the old ones don’t look nearly as old.
I think it would be nice to sell 15 million albums as a solo artist. I’d have to deal with all the repercussions of that, but that wouldn’t be too bad.
It was 1967, and the hippie thing was happening. I got into experimenting with drugs while I was in college in Michigan.
I’m just as insufferable and useless as every other dad is. The dynamic never changes, no matter what you do for a living.
The last two years with the Eagles were pretty intense times. There was a lot of drinking and we were all getting high a lot. My parents were relieved when I got off the Eagles treadmill.
I wanted to sing songs that my voice was comfortable with.
I grew up in Detroit. So my mother always loved big band music.
Hey, a woman changed her mind – what else is new?
If we’re so awful and we’re so bad, you ought to check out the nightlife in Leningrad.
That’s what I miss out of all this synthesized music – it starts to lose dynamics.
It’s time to stop pretending that you’re somebody else. No, you can’t change this world, but you can change yourself.