The Eagles

Fri. Jan. 16

North Charleston Coliseum

White shirts, charcoal suits, and ties … not quite a page from the Jake and Elwood Blues style book (no shades), but the Eagles looked dapper enough to get into any swank restaurant, thank you very much. They’re not kids anymore — nor was much of their audience on Friday night — but they weren’t afraid to show it. After 30 years and more than 100 million in album sales, like the man said, they have earned the right.

Of course, you don’t hear blues or jazz musicians taken to task over their maturity. We assume that they just get better with some miles on them. No, this is what a classic FM rock band endures because rock is no sleek ride but a muscle car roaring with lead-footed excess.

The point isn’t lost on the Eagles themselves. “We’re the band that would not die,” Glenn Frey quipped. And the sell-out crowd, many of them enjoying deja vu of summers long past, could not have been happier.

The Eagles gave them what they came for: songs from their catalog like “Witchy Woman,” “Lyin’ Eyes,” and “Take it to the Limit,” along with hits from their solo careers, Don Henley’s “The Boys of Summer,” and “Dirty Laundry,” Joe Walsh’s spirited “Life’s Been Good.” They played eight songs from the 2007 album Long Road Out of Eden, demonstrating that creativity really is a renewable resource.

The second half of the show opened with the band seated, jackets off, getting down to business with ringing harmonies. Behind them, an arched projection screen reminiscent of the Hollywood Bowl displayed mini-films. Far from distracting, these genuinely added to the evening’s performance, giving us among other things home-movie like footage of the band that was both nostalgic and funny.

In the ’70s, L.A.’s Laurel Canyon neighborhood spawned the likes of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Joni Mitchell, James Taylor, and Jackson Browne. Spending a Friday night with the Eagles, we got to see that youthful talent take wing.

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