The James Gang did not rank that high on my teenaged chart. Much lower than Bachman Turner Overdrive, for instance.
But this song is great, and today I was in a store where Hotel California was playing and–given our recent excursion into Don Henleyland–I was reminded how Joe Walsh turned the Eagles into a real rock band. Before Joe they were revivalists, or soft sellers, pretty much.
I have no idea why the James Gang seemed to my teenaged brain a product of the machine more than all the other products of the machine I embraced. I know now that Joe Walsh is one of the most significant guitarists of our time.
This is a fine song, done by a bunch of boys who know where their hearts are. Seems to me you can’t beat that.