In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Always Something There to Remind Me.”
Tack a trip back in to to the mid 70’s I was fairly young, I was visiting a friend and we snuck down to the basement entertainment area, which was the den of iniquity for her much older brother, he was a good 10 years older than us (in his early 20’s). I remember going down the stairs in the near dark, the cavernous room light by candles and lava lamps, the air was full of smoke (I didn’t really know at the time, I assumed it was weed), on the turntable was playing Hotel California, my friend was giggling at her brother and his latest playmate, fumbling in the dark. I sat on the steps completely transfixed by that haunting melody.
Jump ahead a decade later and I remember the song being on the radio, in the backseat of my boyfriend’s car. Not so different in ambience to my first revelation, the dark, the weed, (no candles or lava lamps), but still the haunting strains of that song.
I could possible tell you many times when I have listened to that song, many a tale attached to it, however the last time, will be for ever etched into my brain. I saw The Eagles in concert earlier in the year. To sit and listen to those haunting strains, live, open my eyes and see them not more than 100m away was spine tingling. I can still close my eyes today and hear and feel the music. The audience was so quiet when the music stopped you could hear a pin drop, until it exploded into applause. I will truly treasure that memory and that feeling for ever.
If you have never heard it, you can watch the video on Youtube here