Growing up in Cowtown Calgary Alberta my childhood best friend's mother was, and maybe still is, a diehard fan of the Eagles. If she was driving us anywhere, that's what was playing. Their sound is completely unique to them, being just this side of country, just that side of rock, and with the slight spaciness that comes from residual hallucinations from that peyote trip about 15 years ago. The Eagles music is the music of people who are so much fun to hang around, but feel slightly apart from it all.
Please Come Home for Christmas was recorded and released by The Eagles in 1978, about 18 years after it was first written, recorded, and released by Charles Brown.
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No, not you
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| *That* Charles Brown |
They weren't the first to cover the song, but I think their version is the most memorable. This plaintive request of a loved one to have New Year's Eve finding them at home is straight out of a Nashville songbook named "doomed love for suckers." I can vividly see the fake wood panelling and blinking multicolored lights of a main street dive bar that our singer, in his Canadian Tuxedo, is nursing a Labatt Blue in. And I can smell the stale beer.  |
| I'll cheer you up, sweetheart |
But, frankly, I think the best present this guy could give to himself is a solid year of therapy to work on his co-dependency issues. Repeat after me: self-medicating with psilocybin in the desert/prairie is not a replacement for working with a therapist.
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