This Could Be Heaven—Or This Could Be Hell
An evening with the Eagles, on their <em>Hotel California</em> tour.
Rock and roll’s relationship with time—as in Father Time, not, you know, tempo—is fascinating. Men and women barely into their 20s, dewy young people without a mark on them, somehow contrive to write songs of shattering, been-there maturity. Whiskery wisdom ballads, epics of regret, failure binge blues, and howling prophetic voyages. Wide-eyed they sing them, these songs of experience. And then they grow old, and it all comes true.
, sang Don Henley at Boston’s TD Garden Saturday night, . Henley
