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It Was A Pretty Good Year For Predators.

Sometimes Songwriters And Singers Forget That. They Get A Melody In Their Head And The Notes Will Take Precedence, So That They Wind Up Forcing A Word Onto A Melody. It Doesn't Ring True.

The Eagles And The Critics Were Not The Best Of Friends.

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

I'm Certainly Not Thrilled With Everything The Eagles Did, But There Are Some Things I'm Quite Proud Of.