I decided to hit a used record store today. I needed to pick up Desperado and see if they had any Poco CD's. Upon entering the store, I realized they had as much vinyl as they did CD's. I found the Poco Vinyl albums first. Mind you, I do not have a turntable any longer, but I needed to touch these pieces of history. I carefully took out each Album they had and pulled out the inserts. I looked at the pictures, skimmed the lyrics and everything else that is included on those inserts. The album title escapes me at the moment, but one insert had a pic of each guy and what appeared to be family photos. On Timothy's page was the sweetest most beautiful baby that looked JUST like him. I am guessing it was Jeddrah, as the baby was a girl. As I held each album, I ran my fingers across them from top to bottom, as if I was reading Braille. I don't know why, perhaps I was trying to touch history and transport myself back in time. Those albums had once belonged to someone who was there and appreciated the band in their heyday. I was saddened to put them back, as I wanted to cling to them and bring them home with me... so I could analyze each and every word printed on them and listen to them w/all the static white noise a record player would give them. I believe I actually felt a pain in my heart as I left them.
I then moved down to the Eagles Vinyl collection. I did the same with their albums. Picking them up, touching them as they were an unburied treasure. As I opened up The Long Run, I drew in a deep breath. This beautiful black drop with all their images staring back at me. (Yes, a pic we've all seen numerous times)... but again, it was like seeing it for the first time. At that moment, I wanted to buy every Eagles and Poco album along with a turntable and hide away for the next few days while I devoured each and every one of them... but reality set in.
I made my way to the register and handed the guy (I'm guessing owner) the Desperado CD. He took it and said, "This is a GREAT pick. I love this album. You know Randy Meisner, their original bass player sings on here and he's amazing". I smiled and said, "Yes, I know, I'm familiar with Randy. I'm a big Eagles fan." Some reason, I didn't want this stranger to think I was a fly by night person, who only knew Hotel California. He went on to rave about Twenty-One and Bitter Creek. He praised Bernie for his awesome guitar playing and overall for being a wonderful musician. He also shared his least favorites on the CD as Doolin-Dalton (which I personally love). He told me he had seen them on tour for On the Border and Dan Folgelberg opened for them. You could see him searching his memory and smiling as he did. He said it was an amazing night. (I bet)
As I was standing it the store, sucking in the smell of cardboard and vinyl, I was thinking how incredible it is, the hold that music can have on a person. Some people just don't get into music... while others, like me, feel it can reach your very soul. I wanted to share, as I figured follow Borderer's would understand this.
Melrose, as I was looking over ROC, it said, "words and music by Rusty Young". Weren't we under the impression that Paul wrote ROC?