We who must remain go on living just the same

I could spend all my time writing on this here blog about my heroes dying. Today's installment involves Glenn Frey and Buffin.

Loved The Eagles back in the day. They were my very first concert (well, other some random country and barbershop shows with my Dad) at the then Lock Haven State College in '74. My very first, and a good one at that. Spent many, many hours with their first three albums, especially "On the Border," before drifting away from them. Glen Frey co-authored "Take it Easy" with my man Jackson Browne, and for that, major praise.

Buffin (Dale Griffin to his parents) sat behind the kit for Mott the Hoople, a band I respect and love to this day and maybe the most underrated rock group of the 70s. I never saw them live, but hold several of their albums up as what post-Beatles and Dylan rock and roll should sound like.

Though written by Bernie Leadon about Gram Parsons, this song is a fitting epitaph for both Frey and Buffin, and perhaps for who are already gone and those yet to come.

And the best work ever done by The Eagles.