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Out of the nest of hand grenades and into the fire. . . On his first solo album, Glenn indulged in a little genre-jumping, much
to the disquiet of those who thought they had him and his music all
figured out. This is one of those albums that feels more like a place:
a neon-lit diner plopped down out in the middle of nowhere, with red
vinyl seats on the stools along the counter; oversized, cozy booths; a
checkerboard-pattern linoleum floor, and just enough room for dancing
in between the tables. They've got framed posters of James Dean on the walls,
thick chocolate milkshakes, greasy food at 3 A.M. And, of course, a
rockin' jukebox, courtesy of Glenn Frey. Pretty soon, this is gonna be
one of your favorite hangouts.
Hey, is that your Thunderbird parked out front?
Glenn talks about the album No Fun Aloud in this
1983 Oui Magazine Interview
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