Because it was more than three hours long, I watched the great new music documentary “History of the Eagles” in about three or four sittings.
But I realized that it wasn’t just the length of the movie that made me glad I took time off between parts.
It was the insufferable seriousness, arrogance and just plain self-importance of the band members talking throughout.
Look, I love The Eagles, you love The Eagles. I listened to “Hotel California” at least 500 times in college, I think “The Last Resort” is one of the prettiest songs ever written, and I own several of their CDs.
And this documentary was filled with fascinating material; how Glenn Frey and Don Henley grew up far apart but in similar ways, how after a few failed bands of their own they came together to form the Eagles, and of course, how after a bunch of hit records and millions of dollars made, it all came crashing down i 1980, leading to a 14-year breakup.
But man oh man, do Henley and Frey love themselves. Everything the band did is freighted with such importance, and their self-serving proclamations about making “message albums” and trying to do more than just write songs but change the world.
Fellas, you were rock stars. You were great rock stars, I love your music, but you weren’t Gandhi or Churchill.
Still, despite the pomposity of Frey and Henley, the movie was really good. You forget just how many great songs The Eagles had, and how many different socioeconomic groups their music touched.
Check it out on Showtime, pretty much all month, and on Showtime on Demand.
**If you’ve ever ridden a subway in a major American city, you’ve seen this drill a hundred times; Person gets on with a paper cup, gives you a sob story about being homeless or hungry or having 11 kids to feed, and then walks around holding the cup in your face until you throw a quarter in.
But check out this wildly different, and pretty funny variation on that from Collegehumor.com.
**So one of my favorite things about my wife is her willingness to try anything once.
She’d never seen a lacrosse game, either in person or on TV. I love the sport, though I don’t have time to watch it as much as I used to (which stinks, because there’s so much more lacrosse on TV than there used to be).
So when I said “Hey, let’s go see a lacrosse game,” she said ‘Sure!'”
The New York Lizards of Major League Lacrosse played at Hofstra on Long Island Sunday night, and we happily went.
Couple things I noticed at my first live game in a while:
— First, the pro players are much, much faster than the college players, who I watch more of. So many goals were scored in the blink of an eye, before you even knew a player had shot. The passing and goaltending are also much, much better and quicker at the pro level.
— Second, I gotta admit, just like in hockey, if you’re not used to it, following where the ball is in lacrosse is hard. Shelley did her best to keep up but a few times she asked, “Wait, how did 21 just score, I thought 37 had the ball?”
— It was also very cool to see a sport so connected with kids; there were hundreds of little boys and girls with their sticks out on the field before the game, and at halftime. I only wish this sport would catch on more with adults; it’s so great to watch (and cheap to attend; our tickets were $12.)