hotel california, 1977

After the last two weeks besotted with running and jumping, rowing and swimming, ending with the windmilling Pete Townshend, I drove from the coast back home with Waterloo Sunset running on a loop in my brain.  Then this morning for some reason I woke up with the guitars at the end of Hotel California at the end of a dream.  The mind is full of curious channels.  

When this came out I didn't have a tv so missed the video completely, but it was the soundtrack to summer for years.  Everyone I knew used to look like this.