by Bob Sparrow
I recently watched a documentary on my favorite band, ‘History of the Eagles’ on the Showtime Channel. If you’re an Eagles’ fan this is a must see; even if you’re not, it’s still great music history. So the first week of April as we headed out to Palm Desert for our 19th year of enjoying our timeshare, I was mixing my metaphors, dangling my modifiers and juxtaposing the reminiscing of the Eagles documentary and the looking forward to my hedonistic week in the lush environs of Palm Desert. It created a strange concoction in my head – I present it forthwith.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
For the uninitiated, colitas is the small, sweet buds at the end of the cannabis plant that makes for what was colloquially known in the ‘70s as ‘good shit’. This week we’ll enjoy the sweet smell of a good cabernet.
So I called up the captain, please bring me my wine
He said we haven’t had that spirit here since 1969
It’s hard to think of the Eagles and not think of their biggest hit, ‘Hotel California’. There have been many interpretations of the meaning of the lyrics of that song, the most common is that it’s an interpretation of the high life in Los Angeles. So this week I’m loosely translating it to represent my decedent week in the desert where we eat at great restaurants, drink expensive wine and play luxurious golf courses. Because it combines Life in the Fast Lane and a Peaceful Easy Feeling, I have concluded that the Marriott Desert Springs Hotel is my ‘Hotel California’. The lyrics echoed in my head . . .
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here.
One of the great features of this timeshare is that it’s an hour and half’s drive from home; so no airports, delayed flights, missed connections or airplane food; and yet once you’re there you feel like you’re in a whole different world – perhaps because you are.
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
And there are some of us that have just forgotten how to dance altogether, but the images dancing in my head of desert nights, desert skies, desert flowers, desert sunsets silhouetting Mt. San Jacinto in the distance and billion stars in the sky are simply magnificent.
Relax said the nightman, you are programed to receive,
You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave
Hotel California ends with, if not the greatest, one of the greatest guitar riffs in rock and roll history, I’ll conclude with:
- Find your Hotel California – ideally a few hours drive from your home, but in a totally different world
- Listen to some Eagles music, if you don’t have any, GET SOME!
- Enjoy a week of indulgence; you’ve earned it . . . probably
Back home and the lyrics that are now echoing in my head are: My diet starts Monday!
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