Hotel California : The Eagles

Hotel California : The Eagles

“The Eagles ‘Hotel California’ album for better or worse is the grand apex of self-pitying Boomer rock.

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 It’s doubtful that any mom ever yelled at her kid to turn down, never mind turn off, Hotel California. And maybe that’s how you sell 32 million copies and counting. – Let’s Talk About Hotel California: Great or Terrible? The Eagles’ soft-rock pinnacle remains among the most divisive albums ever. By Michael Salfino

The Eagles Hotel California for what it really is, or is not, for whatever The Eagles think it is or was, whether just for money or some kind of Satanic inspired sweet song of luring is this: It certainly poisons the soul with the serpents paralyzing venom of the victim’s self-absorbing self-pity.

It plays to the tune that all is meaningless, all is hopeless, all is in vain.

Which, of course, is all true.

What is not true, what lie the song sings about, that life is meaningless leaves out is that there is a way of escape if you really want to check-out.

To the play of 32 million copies sold it is clear we love our self-pity,  our victim-hood, our own real pains or imagined sufferings. Self, self and still more self until each of us becomes nothing more than complete self-centeredness. It is a black-mood becoming total blackness.

Jesus once asked a man if “he wanted to be made well?” The man only made excuses instead of answering the question. In fact, the man never answered the question and Jesus had to force upon the man healing. In the same way, many love their real, or imaged abuses, slights, insults and would be rather be known for their back-slaps in life than letting the Living God give them the abundant life.

Oh, the man you ask, well, once Jesus rebuked the man for returning to a life of sin, after having been healed, went out and ratted on Jesus to the lawyers and religious leaders of the day. Now there is real thanks for ya. You can read the event at John 5:7 in the New Testament.

The point today is that one can check-out of Hotel California and leave but only by following Jesus.

Once the check-out is complete an individual can put off the old self of self-pity and put on the brand new self that is like God in true righteousness and holiness.

You can’t get much lovelier than that in this meaningless sinful world.

You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness. (Ephesians 4:22-24)

We know O’Lord it is true that without your power we can never check out of The Hotel California.

Thank-you God for in Jesus you killed the beast for us who are powerless.

You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. (Romans 5:6)

Hotel California: The Eagles

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(—On the surface, Hotel California brags about success and luxury while being morose about all the vapidness that comes with them. But fans have always scratched deeper, variously interpreting the titular hotel as metaphor for the Church of Satan, an infamous state mental hospital, the entire beautiful, bloated Golden State, and America itself. As lead guitarist Don Felder once recalled, “If you drive into L.A. at night… you can just see this glow on the horizon of lights, and the images that start running through your head of Hollywood and all the dreams that you have, and so it was kind of about that—what we started writing the song about.”


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
‘This could be heaven or this could be Hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
‘Please bring me my wine’
He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say”

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
‘Relax’ said the night man,
‘We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave!’

Written by Don Felder, Don Henley, Glenn Frey • Copyright © Cass County Music / Wisteria Music / Privet Music, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Red Cloud Music