Originally Posted by
DonFan
Within the context of a song about time and forgiveness, Henley, in an obvious acknowledgement of the passing of time and his own fleeting relevancy, sang, “fans seem to scatter” instead of “friends seem to scatter.”
An insignificant error, you might be tempted to surmise. But for a guy like Henley, this was no error.
Indeed, it must be difficult – no matter what the paycheck – looking at a roomful of mostly gray hair and the inevitable downslide of one's career.
And perhaps this, though unspoken, was what the night was about. It was about an aging rocker-poet coming to terms with his own demise in front of an aging audience confronting its own.
“This is a show for has-beens,” a woman said with an air of regret before the show began. I didn’t want to honor her repellant suggestion. But in the end, she was right. Time, no matter the magnitude of talent, will not be denied.
Surely Don Henley knew – and knows – as much.
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Overall a fairly good review, but I think the writer must've been feeling HIS own mortality a bit. Has-beens? I don't think so!
Black button-down and faded jeans--YES!!!