I just remember driving around on a Saturday night with my friend Dave looking for something to do, aged 16-17, blasting Van Halen. Part of the soundtrack of my high school years. I drove home today on some of the same roads blasting VH and crying. The last notes of
Beautiful Girls played just as I pulled into my driveway, which seemed like an appropriate tribute to the soul of the party band of my youth.
Now, I'm a seaside sittin', just a smokin' and a drinkin';
I'm ringside, on top of the world.
I got a drink in my hand; I got my toes in the sand.
All I need is a beautiful girl.
RIP Eddie.