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.