At the time, former Eagle, Glenn Frey, was producing American R&B band Jack Mack and the Heart Attack, named after drummer Jack Mack, aka Claude Pepper.
They were conducting a sound check for their performance that evening at North Hollywood’s Palomino, where I was fulfilling a long-time fantasy of cocktail waitressing.
Honest.
I wanted a job where you didn’t take it home.
I had just finished teaching 5 years in Shaker Heights, Ohio. Parents were demanding.
I was very young.
I didn’t know what I was doing.
Who doesn’t love the Eagles?
Watch Take it to the Limit:
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v=B-tPyGnSib8
(I can’t post it, sorry, but it is worth it!)
I had watched Jack Mack and the Heart Attack perform many time at the Pal. Unfortunately, as outstanding as they played live, they didn’t come across in recording, Fell flat. Once during an afternoon soundcheck, stupidly, I had commented this to one of the brass section players who was always friendly. He almost hissed. Like I said, stupidly.
I wasn’t normally starstruck by musicians. At the time, meeting Jesse Jackson or Jackson Browne – that would have made me swoon.
So I went up to my favorite bartender, Frank, who was as misplaced as I. He should have been lecturing in front of a college class- room, not behind the bar where they had filmed the Clint Eastwood–orangutan bar scenes in the Philo Beddoe Every Which Way and Any Which Way films.
I ordered a Corona.
I walked up to the musical icon.
I set the beer in front of him
I said, ‘thank you.’
He looked just like this
How many have ever walked up to Glenn Frey with a beer?
I don’t think he said anything. Just an elegant nod.
I’ll take it.
