The shows in Texas were huge, sellouts in giant indoor venues. I'd never seen so many beautiful women in one week. I thought the chick situation was outrageous with Rod and the Faces, but the Eagles had hordes of gorgeous women continually swarming them, even chasing the limos down the freeways holding up signs that read "Do Me" or "I'm the Best." It was bad-boy heaven. And in this case all the bad boys looked so sweet and were exceptionally handsome. Except Joe, of course, who looked like laugh-'til-you-choke trouble.