Don Henley
Don Henley
Donald Hugh "Don" Henleyis an American singer-songwriter, producer, and drummer, best known as a founding member of the Eagles before launching a successful solo career. Henley was the drummer and co-lead vocalist for the Eagles from 1971–1980, when the band broke up, and from 1994–2016, when they reunited. Henley sang the lead vocals on Eagles hits such as "Witchy Woman", "Desperado", "Best of My Love", "One of These Nights", "Hotel California", "Life in the Fast Lane", and "The Long Run"...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth22 July 1947
CityGilmer, TX
CountryUnited States of America
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.
This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.
It was pretty frightening because as we all know, when large, famous groups breakup, a lot of the members don't survive in solo careers.
I'm certainly not thrilled with everything the Eagles did, but there are some things I'm quite proud of.
Playing the drums hurts my back.
I'm always jotting things down on pieces of paper. I've got pieces of paper all over my house.
I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that's usually what I focus on.
Some records with drum machines on them sound phony and plastic. It all depends on how you use the tools.
Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.
Anyone who knows anything should know you cannot take a master track of a recording and write another song over the top of it. You just can't do that. You can call it a tribute or whatever you want to call it, but it's against the law. That's a problem with some of the younger generation, they don't understand the concept of intellectual property and copyright.
For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving
I now derive physical and spiritual pleasure from gardening and there is tremendous satisfaction in knowing that I could survive almost anywhere if I had to.
We live a protracted adolescence. At some point you must leave the party.
We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.