The hot new “One of These Nights”, recorded from the radio beside my canopy bed onto a tired cassette tape, made my heart race. I’d also captured the deejay’s comment as the song had ended. “Lord, that song is good,” he’d said. I’d pictured the guy shaking his head with reverence, with awe for the Eagles’ originality. I remember because I must have listened to the wobbly tape three dozen times. This morning, more than forty years later, I heard the song streamed with clarity from the satellite radio I could have never imagined in 1975. Lord, that song is good.