Slow day today, so I went to the bookstore and browsed around for a long time. I usually gravitate immediately toward the film section, but today I latched onto Don Felder's F-You to The Eagles, Heaven and Hell. It's actually a really funny read, as it lays bare the true, all-business nature of the band and how none of the members have been able to stand each other for the last thirty years. Felder, of course, wrote the book after being tossed out of the band when he decided to whip out a 30+ year-old cocktail napkin-style business agreement which stated that he had a right to an equal share of the Eagle pie along with Henley and Frey, in perpetuity. Cut to him being tossed like Brainy Smurf.
Felder doesn't come across nearly as well in the book as (I imagine) he thinks he does. No one, including Joe Walsh, apparently had the slightest problem with cutting all communication with him at the behest of Frey & Henley once the shit hit the fan, and Felder, to his credit, reports that Frey and Schmit both more or less hung up on him when he called them to beg for readmittance. (Henley didn't even pick up the phone.) Clues as to why abound: his pettiness and school-marmishness and passive aggressiveness are on display throughout the book. The guy clearly has what must be a highly-irritating-in-real-life penchant for inappropriate moralizing, such as when he strangely reports on possible sexual indiscretions by Frey in a hotel room. He actually thought including that would help his case? They're better off.
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