Talk about your quintessential First World dilemma. Of all the troubling and important things in the world I could and should be worrying about - climate change, fundamentalist intolerance, who donated what to the Labour Party six years ago - instead, the thing currently vexing me the most is whether
James Griffin: To see the Eagles or not?
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Joe Walsh, Timothy B. Schmit, Glenn Frey and Don Henley in the Eagles 70s heyday.
Of course, sometimes Tick the Box concerts can also be thoroughly enjoyable in their own right, rather than just a call of duty. AC/DC was like that for me. I went only because someone offered to get me a ticket and I thought "what the hell, might as well tick the box" but actually ended up having a great time. Having said that, however, I very much doubt The Eagles are going to roll out a giant inflatable woman like AC/DC did for Whole Lotta Rosie.
Normally, when faced with such a dilemma my default response is to let indecision, inactivity and fate decide for me. If the concert sells out before I actively seek a ticket then so be it, I was never meant to go. Conversely, if someone much more highly motivated than I gets a gaggle of tickets and purchases one on my behalf, then clearly I was destined to go. Unfortunately, when it comes to The Eagles, they're putting on a second concert so I can't see the sold out option coming into play, but neither have any of my friends been jumping up and down saying "we have to go, we have to go" so the passive attendance option has also been taken away.
Damn you, Eagles, that your heyday was so long ago and was kind of cool at the time, so you tempt me in to your web. And curse you that your coolness has long since faded and I know people who will mock me if I do go, which keeps me at arm's length. And damn you for all those songs in my head, hangovers from my youth, to which I still know all the words, which makes me want to go. And curse classic hits radio stations for playing those songs over and over and over, until I never really want to hear them again. I am on the horns of a dilemma not unlike the horns of the buffalo skull that adorns your set.
I suppose, when all is said and done and the last note of the last Joe Walsh guitar solo has drifted away on the wind, what I'm driving at is that the Eagles are something you should be able to say you've experienced at least once in your life.
A bit like colonic irrigation I s'pose, which is probably quite helpful in preventing or treating colitis, I imagine.