Desert Singers

Time 
August 18, 1975

The Eagles were conceived in the teachings of Carlos Castaneda and his ephemeral medicine man, Don Juan. The Mojave Desert was their classroom, and they named themselves after one of the major spirits in the Indian cosmos: the eagle. During long sleepless nights on raw tequila and peyote, the young musicians studied. "There is a scene in Castaneda in which Don Juan tells him to walk until he finds his power spot," Says Guitarist Glenn Frey. "After searching for hours, he collapses. He wakes up to find Don Juan, who laughs and tells him that he has found his spot. We all wandered around with different bands, but as the Eagles we have found our power spot."

Indeed they have. Since those desert meditations four years ago, the Eagles have become the top U.S. rock band. Their LP, One of These Nights has been at the top of Billboard's chart for four weeks; they have two gold and two platinum albums; some 850,000 people will pay $5 million to see them on their current 59-city tour.

Rock Nail.

If Castaneda was their spiritual mentor, the late Gram Parsons, who was among the first to combine country music with the energy of rock, was their musical inspiration. The Eagles' tunes, performed on three rock guitars paced by a drummer and a bass guitar, have more wail than twang. They are in fact a somewhat unlikely assemblage. Drummer Don Henley, 28, and Guitarists Frey, 26, and Don Felder, 27, have roots in rock. Bernie Leadon, 28, is country-trained, while Randy Meisner, 29, remains partial to Motown blues.

Their personalities are as diverse as their musical tastes. Leadon and Felder are almost recluses. An eight mile long dirt road separates Felder's rustic, ridgeline house from the Pacific coast highway far below. On tour, Leadon is a loner who prowls music stores to discover new instruments for his $80,000 collection. Frey is a nocturnal playboy; Henley reads Rimbaud. Meisner is a family man, calls his Nebraska home daily to check in with his wife and three children.

With The Band in semiretirement, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young again disbanded and the Allman Brothers crippled by brother Gregg's dalliance with Cher, the Eagles have run out of challengers. But they might still be wandering in the desert if David Geffen, a wiry former show-biz agent, had not convinced them to leave Singer Linda Rondstadt’s band to form their own group. In 1972 he advanced them $100,000, along with instructions to head for Colorado to get an act together. When the Eagles returned a month later, Geffen, who had become president of the newly created Asylum Records, immediately gave them a recording contract.

Using earnings from three hit singles, the Eagles repaid their debt, then established their reputation with their second album, Desperado. The songs drew an analogy between Western out-laws and rock performers, two groups linked by loneliness, excess and self destruction. The next album, On the Border, expanded the same themes. Using Parsons' death and James Dean's career as springboards, the Eagles touched upon the reveries of millions of teenagers and demiadults.

They do not find new songs easy to come by. Cursed with writer's cramp early this year, Songwriters Felder and Henley rented a Mulholland Drive mansion, stocked it with tequila and legal pads and agonized for several weeks while waiting for the muse. Finally, after three months, four cross-country trips and $160,000 in production costs, the group was satisfied with the nine songs on One of These Nights.

The album explores the emotional changes that accompany the quest for success, romance and security, and the disillusionment that may follow attainment of the goal. "It can be a woman, fame or peace of mind," explains Henley. "What is important is how you feel about the prize when it is won."

It should be added that the Eagles have apparently learned how to deal with their enormous success. They still believe in Don Juan. "If you read Carlos Castaneda in Iowa, where the view consists of corn fields, his message might not have as much impact. But we are in Los Angeles, where the desert is as accessible as the ocean."

The special-and practical-view of reality that the Eagles gained in the Mojave extends to their own egos and abilities. "There's tension among us," admits Meisner, "because we give each other second thoughts. But we remember C. S. N. & Y. and the Beatles. Since Lennon and McCartney split, they have never been as productive." The Eagles are staying together. The bond of the desert is strong.