Lisa Meets Glenn Frey

It was January of '93 and my company was having a sales meeting in Palm Springs, CA. We'd had a number of years of incredible sales, so
the bosses had decided to surprise the sales force of a thousand with a really big party that was kept utterly hush hush. We walk in and
find incredible food, free bars (not just wine & beer) set up all over and this stage set up. Suddenly the lights go black, then come up and there's Glenn Frey and his band. They immediately break into Smuggler's Blues. They played for a really long time, all his current hits, then most of the Eagles songs too. When they finished the set, everyone went insane, so the VP went up & whispered to Glenn. (I feel assured this was a set up.) Then he came back out and said..'ok Glenn's gonna play some more and that's another $25 grand for you folks.' He played 3 encores, the last one he led into with this exact comment: "He says I can't play this, but ---- it, I'll play what I want!" And then played Hotel California.
 
Afterwards, Glenn and the band came down into the ballroom area. They munched and drank with all of us. He chatted and was a really nice
guy, willing to sign autographs and just talk about stuff. He seemed interested in the work we did & why a company would pay for a private concert. While he was clearly enjoying the eye candy of all the young female sales reps & some of his band was making 'good friends', he didn't seem interested in more than looking and talking
 
I'm really disappointed that I didn't get copies of the pictures that were taken that evening as I know I'm with him in at least two shots. DARN!

Greg Meets Glenn Frey

In 1982, I was living in L.A. In the aftermath of the Eagles, and around the same time that No Fun Aloud came out, Glenn Frey produced an great album for an R&B band called Jack Mack and the Heart Attack. The band played every week at a club on Sunset called Club Lingerie.

For a newly transplanted Ohioan, the weekly trips to see this band were nothing short of mind bending. The place rocked, people danced non-stop, and there were real, live minor celebrities in abundance. My pals and I talked to Al Franken from SNL, saw Bernadette Peters, and talked to some girl that my girlfriend at the time swore was on Little House on the Prairie.

 

On one of the nights I was there, my friend tapped me on the shoulder and asked if the guy in the red suit was Glenn Frey. ( If you read this Glenn, all is forgiven. It was 1982.) Sure enough it was. In fact he was there with Alan Blazek, who was involved in producing some of the Eagles albums, and, Nellie Frey, his mother.

 

I recall having a very pleasant talk with him. I thanked him for all of the great music I had enjoyed over the years, told him how much I liked his solo album, and was introduced to his mom. For the record she was quite pleasant, notwithstanding the portrait painted by that idiot Charles Young in Rolling Stone in 1979. He was really gracious and open to talking with us.

 

It should also be noted that he lived up to his hype by hitting on my very cute girlfriend before we left.