Here's an excerpt from Don Felder's book, Heaven & Hell: My Life With The Eagles (1974-2001).
He, his wife and dog had moved to LA, Ca. circa 1972 from Boston, Ma. Initially, he stayed at his boyhood buddy's
house, Bernie Leadon, while Bernie was on tour with The Eagles. Thereafter, they got their own apartment.
We lived in that apartment for six months. Our only friends were our
next-door neighbors, a French couple named Marina and Jacquie Luade. He
was a mechanic with Citroën, and she was a housewife. The first time we
met, Marina looked at me and smiled. “You’re the one who walks with
rhythm,” she said.
“Pardon me?” I asked. Susan looked at her askance.
“When you walk up the stairs,” Marina explained, “you walk with
She fancied herself as a bit of a mystic and offered to read my tarot cards
one afternoon. I agreed, more out of politeness than anything. “It can’t
hurt,” I told Susan. “I mean, what can she tell me?”
I went to her apartment as arranged one afternoon and sat down opposite
her at a small table. She shuffled the cards and spread them out in front of
“Oh my God!” she said, her accent as thick as butter, as her long fingers
ran across the cards one by one.
“What?” I asked, concerned, looking helplessly at the table. “What is it?”
“You,” she said, looking up at me, her green eyes huge.
“What about me?” I was getting a little edgy. Maybe I was wrong, maybe
there was something terrible she could tell me.
Her face broke into an enormous smile. “You, my darling,” she said,
reaching across the table and squeezing my arm excitedly, “are going to be
very famous and very, very wealthy.”
“Really?” I asked, wondering if she’d had a little too much Pernod.
“Absolutely,” she nodded firmly. “It’s written in the cards.”
Pretty interesting, huh?