Here are some interesting comments by Devon Allman about 'bloodliine' bands.
http://ultimateclassicrock.com/devon...oodline-bands/
“There’s tribute bands out the ass,” Allman told Rolling Stone in a new interview. “It’s a big, money-making deal. But wouldn’t you rather see a Bonham beat the shit out of the drums? And wouldn’t you rather hear an Allman and a Betts do ‘Blue Sky’ and ‘Midnight Rider’ instead of a tribute band? Hell, yes, you would!”
Well, yes. I just did see Jason Bonham. But as I said above, it was not remotely near the experience of seeing Led Zeppelin. I have seen Dweezil Zappa three times. They were worth seeing but it is not the same, and it is not necessarily better than a tribute band because of one musician's surname. Not all siblings of musicians have the same amount of talent as their fathers. It just doesn't work that way.
So people seeing what now passes for the Eagles think it's good enough because Glenn Frey's son is an adequate substitute and hey, the others are still there, so what's the big deal?
I am now going to quote from T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, one of my favourite poems. If some object to the last line I'm afraid that cannot be helped. I have been waiting for a chance to post this for some time. Think of it as a final way of getting this out of my system.
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.