hotel california, 1977
After the last two weeks besotted with running and jumping, rowing and swimming, ending with the windmilling Pete Townshend, I drove from the coast back home with Waterloo Sunset running on a loop in my brain. Then this morning for some reason I woke up with the guitars at the end of Hotel California at the end of a dream. The mind is full of curious channels.
When this came out I didn't have a tv so missed the video completely, but it was the soundtrack to summer for years. Everyone I knew used to look like this.