After spending more than a month in 1980, I’m jumping back in time a bit and diving into one of the 70s’ most successful bands.
My default stance for years has been that I hate the Eagles. It’s a stance I’ve adopted in part as a tribute to Jeff ‘The Dude’ Lebowski, who was memorably thrown out of a cab for declaring “I hate the fucking Eagles, man.”
It’s also due to my strong dislike for the song ‘Hotel California’ and its weird Jamaican guitar orgy vibe.



