the spanish song

[Vaska]

Well, I asked for it, didn't I?  But, Harrison, this is a beaut of a rant,
you old raver, you.  And listen [sotto voce]: I kept nodding the old noggin'
throughout the post, too.  Hope you've got your breath back by now ;)

Vaska, who actually likes the West-Coast-mellow sound but doesn't buy the
rest of the package the Eagles sold us in such gratifying quantities [for
them, I mean]

At 01:33 PM 7/10/97 -0400, you wrote:
>>From: 	Vaska
>>
>>Harrison gets stern with Jules:
>>>>From: 	Jules Siegel
>>>
>>>>Do The Eagles qualify? 
>>>
>>>No.
>>
>>Why not?  Enlighten me, do.
>>
>>Vaska
>
>You really want the Rant? Ohhh..kayyy....
>>
>Because everything about the Eagles reeked of smug, premanufactured,
>corporate-sponsored, radio-friendly, West-Coast-mellow,
>grinning-hippie-capitalist, Jann-Wenner-endorsed,
>rhyming-dictionary-buying, cocaine-and-sexual-selfishness,
>party-at-the-White-House,
>desert-scene-painted-on-your-bitchen-van-with-carpeting-and-CB,
>Farrah-hairstyle, double-stitched-piping, two-tone-platform-heel,
>self-congratulatory CRAP that passed for Top-Forty rock and roll in Them
>Seventies
>
>(deep, rasping intake of breath, face purple, vein throbbing dangerously
>on forehead)
>
>and that made my life and the life of those around me a living HELL with
>endless smoothly-arranged, country-tinged expressions of how cool it was
>to be young and rich and white and have a nose full of cocaine and be
>able to impress record company SLEAZEballs with your ability to Move
>Product and put Asses in Seats, asses belonging to eyes glazed with
>marijuana and apathy and too much money, unable any longer to
>distinguish between orgasm and agony...
>
>(Pant, pant, pant...)
>
>There. That explain it?
>
>Harrison
>