
We’ve been talking for half an hour when the California sun finally gets too much for Sammy Hagar. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it,” he says, squinting as the light hits his face. “But my eyes don’t.”
He leans back in his chair and grabs a pair of sunglasses, which he pops on. “Now this is what you were expecting, right?” he booms, beaming a million-watt rock-star smile