The Hammock Papers: Frey

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28 May 2026

Released.

Glenn Frey released his debut solo album, No Fun Aloud, on this day in 1982,

"I Found Somebody"...

28 May 2024

Released.

Glenn Frey released No Fun Aloud on this day in 1982.

"Partytown" ...

09 February 2024

06 November 2023

Happy Birthday, Frey

Glenn Frey was born on this day in 1948.

Eagles, "Silver Dagger" ...

08 June 2023

Whatever.

You do the best you can

And you make your mistakes

If you don't like it, you can say that you tried

Because all i have to give is whatever it takes

06 November 2022

Happy Birthday, Frey

Glenn Frey was born on this day in 1948.

" I Found Somebody," from his excellent solo debut ...

17 June 2022

Released.

Eagles released their debut album on this day in 1972.

"Earlybird"

You know I like to lay in bed
And sleep out in the sun
Reading books and playing crazy music
Just for fun

You know it makes me feel so fine
And puts my mind at ease to
Know that I don't harm a soul
In doing what I please ...

26 April 2022

24 April 2022

06 November 2020

Happy Birthday, Frey

Glenn Frey was born on this day in 1948.

Eagles, "James Dean" ...

12 September 2020

Eagles.

1973. Their best lineup ...

It's sandwich time.

09 December 2019

06 July 2019

30 June 2019

Glenn Frey, "The Shadow of Your Smile"

Dear God,

Can we trade Henley for Glenn?

28 January 2016

Waiting to go on that night seemed like an eternity. Mixed emotions were flowing – fear, excitement, and a lot of “what ifs” were running through my head, when the door suddenly opened and in walked Glenn Frey.

CONNECT

18 January 2016

Glenn Frey, R.I.P.

The best Eagle, Glenn Frey, has died.

"Silver Dagger/Take It Easy," 1972 ...

02 October 2015

Eagles, "Already Gone"

Happy Friday!

12 August 2015

Eagles, "How Long"

I'll be doin' fine and then some ...

06 August 2015

Eagles, "Tryin'"

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."