Before there was the Big Lebowski there were at least two Eagles flaming songs—Mojo Nixon's "Don Henley Must Die" and Nine Pound Hammer's "Bye Bye Glenn Frey". I think the Eagles caught hell for being an inspiration to all the corporate clean hat disco pumping out of Nashville for years.

For a little while the dumb son of a bitch was inescapable. I remember thinking if he wanted to be left alone he ought to keep his fanboy ass off my Bad Religion tape.

That test footage takes it in a more erotic direction than I imagine Carpenter going what with all the heaving and moaning.

I liked most of Session 9 because they let the great, creepy location do the work for much of its run time. In the couple sequences where it left location and at the end when they tried to tie it up with a Big Twist it suffered. Watching the alternate ending appears to reveal how much they were in fact just winging…

GD songwriting not a bad gateway either (not a clip of Danzig scatting about Mountain Dew, getting popped in the chin, or buying cat litter):