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August 29, 2014
Heaven is under our feet, hell froze over and the rest is history.
Two scrappy New Jersey kids in the single-digit age bracket belted out "Take it to the Limit." That day in the early '70s, my brother Steve and I made mad plans to buy a radio station and sing all the songs ourselves.
Of course that didn't happen, which is probably a blessing for everyone.
Now both nearly 50, the doctor in Maine and the newspaper editor in California, inevitably turn our attention to music after discussing family, weather and politics. "Have you seen any good shows?" Steve always asks me.
The Eagles are performing here — the very band that inspired us. We sang lyrics that we knew by heart and much later, grew to understand.
It makes sense to see the band with Lake Tahoe as the backdrop.
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My mother, who lived on the edge of Walden Woods, one Christmas sent me an autographed copy of "Heaven is Under Our Feet."
The Don Henley book is a collection of personal narratives written by authors from Kurt Vonnegut to Jimmy Buffett, who committed their time and effort to aid in the preservation of Walden Woods.
I read that book at least a half dozen times.
During this tour, "History of the Eagles," Henley offers an opportunity at a chance to win VIP tickets to a concert and to the Global Leadership Conference. Proceeds benefit The Walden Woods Project, a not-for-profit organization dedicated to preserving the land, literature and legacy of Henry David Thoreau.
I've seen most members of the Eagles in their solo efforts, I have not seen the band together live. I had a ticket to a show once, but it was postponed. I wasn't able to attend the rescheduled show. Steve saw it back East and told me all about it though.
I can't wait to tell Steve all about this show, presented in a region that can be best described through Thoreau's writing: "I look down into the quiet parlor of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants. Heaven is under our feet is well as over our heads." — Henry David Thoreau, Walden