Well, at least you'll admit it in public.

Heh. I wrote a whole book about Bubblegum music. I'm fairly shameless in my musical slutitude.

It seems most people (especially after watching "The Big Lebowski") have a major hate-on for the Eagles.

That's Old School hate going back to the 70s. Actually a bunch of bands have been pulling from the Cali country rock sound for the last several years. Bands like...The Court and Spark (yeah, Joni again) or The Beachwood Sparks or The Cosmic Rough Riders.

I have much love for the Eagles. I think my second concert ever was Don Henley's Beast Tour. I distinctively remember getting into an argument with my mother because she wanted to leave in the middle of Desperado to beat the traffic.

I distinctively remember getting into an argument with my mother because she wanted to leave in the middle of Desperado to beat the traffic.

Maybe she needed to be out mending fences.

She needed to be coming to her senses.

I remember the name Winter Steele, but nothing else.

And I still desperately want "Slow Bob In The Lower Dimension" by Henry Selick.

That wasn't the creepy thing with the scissor-people, was it? My brain might be on "random" now.

She needed to be coming to her senses.

Was she a Witchy Woman? That might explain it.

I remember the name Winter Steele, but nothing else.

Punk rock biker puppet. She sneered at the sock puppets.

That wasn't the creepy thing with the scissor-people, was it? My brain might be on "random" now.

Whoa! Good memory, indeed it was the creepy scissor-people.

I Can't Tell You Why but she really needed to Take It Easy.

I Can't Tell You Why but she really needed to Take It Easy.

She ought to spend more time in Winslow, Arizona. That'd give her a peaceful easy feeling.

Was she a Witchy Woman? That might explain it.

That, and why she still has his gun in her hand.