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I Can't Stand Still
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Personnel: Don Henley (vocals, gut-string guitar, keyboards, drums, background vocals); J.D. Souther (vocals, acoustic guitar, gut-string guitar); Timothy B. Schmit (vocals, gut-string guitar, background vocals); Max Gronenthal, Maren Jensen, Louise Goffin, Warren Zevon, Bill Withers (vocals, gut-string guitar); George Gruel (vocals, background vocals); Richard Wachtel (vocals); Danny Kortchmar (guitar, electric guitar, baritone guitar, keyboards, synthesizer, background vocals); Kenny Edwards (guitar, electric guitar); Joe Walsh , Steve Lukather (guitar); Waddy Wachtel (electric guitar); Derek Bell (harp); Paddy Moloney (Uilleann pipe); Andrew Gold, Benmont Tench (keyboards); Garth Hudson, Steve Porcaro (synthesizer); Jeff Porcaro (drums, maracas); Mark Towner Williams , Russ Kunkel, Ian Wallace (drums); Ras Baboo (timbales, percussion); Steve Forman , Steve Foreman (percussion). Audio Mixer: Greg Ladanyi. Unknown Contributor Role: Roger Linn. Don Henley's first solo album may still have had the ghost of the Eagles lingering in the corners, but for the most part it showcases his stalwart partnership with producer and songwriter Danny Kortchmar. Lyrically, Henley's songs are a tad weak, but for an inaugural album from a man who had spent most of his career surrounded by multi-talented musicians and writers, on the whole it fairs quite well. His material deals with the hardships of love, the fickleness of the media, and the declining state of education, all induced with a friendly pop sound. The title track, a trouble-in-paradise love song, has Henley pouring his heart out with sugary angst, but is helped along with some avid keyboard work. "Dirty Laundry" is Henley's attack on the shallowness of the network newsperson that peaked at number three on Billboard's Top 40. Its bouncy chorus and contagious organ riffs proved that his role as a musician could conform to any style. His social commentary comes into fruition with "Johnny Can't Read," loosely based on the incr
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Personnel: Don Henley (vocals, gut-string guitar, keyboards, drums, background vocals); J.D. Souther (vocals, acoustic guitar, gut-string guitar); Timothy B. Schmit (vocals, gut-string guitar, background vocals); Max Gronenthal, Maren Jensen, Louise Goffin, Warren Zevon, Bill Withers (vocals, gut-string guitar); George Gruel (vocals, background vocals); Richard Wachtel (vocals); Danny Kortchmar (guitar, electric guitar, baritone guitar, keyboards, synthesizer, background vocals); Kenny Edwards (guitar, electric guitar); Joe Walsh , Steve Lukather (guitar); Waddy Wachtel (electric guitar); Derek Bell (harp); Paddy Moloney (Uilleann pipe); Andrew Gold, Benmont Tench (keyboards); Garth Hudson, Steve Porcaro (synthesizer); Jeff Porcaro (drums, maracas); Mark Towner Williams , Russ Kunkel, Ian Wallace (drums); Ras Baboo (timbales, percussion); Steve Forman , Steve Foreman (percussion). Audio Mixer: Greg Ladanyi. Unknown Contributor Role: Roger Linn. Don Henley's first solo album may still have had the ghost of the Eagles lingering in the corners, but for the most part it showcases his stalwart partnership with producer and songwriter Danny Kortchmar. Lyrically, Henley's songs are a tad weak, but for an inaugural album from a man who had spent most of his career surrounded by multi-talented musicians and writers, on the whole it fairs quite well. His material deals with the hardships of love, the fickleness of the media, and the declining state of education, all induced with a friendly pop sound. The title track, a trouble-in-paradise love song, has Henley pouring his heart out with sugary angst, but is helped along with some avid keyboard work. "Dirty Laundry" is Henley's attack on the shallowness of the network newsperson that peaked at number three on Billboard's Top 40. Its bouncy chorus and contagious organ riffs proved that his role as a musician could conform to any style. His social commentary comes into fruition with "Johnny Can't Read," loosely based on the incr
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