Lindsey’s fingers. Christie’s face
Posts Tagged: Fleetwood Mac
Oh Well – Fleetwood Mac – The Peter Green Mac masterpiece, over a period of decades it has become a blues classic, an epic song of insecurity and defiance, sometimes by God – A+
Consensus – a phenomenal performance. I have no hesitation in saying that because I know so little, I enjoyed them to no end. And hearing all those hits, which irritated me so many years ago, was a joy – and the musicianship left my head turned completely
This was a retelling of the prodigal son story, the killing of the fatted calf which left Stevie with less stage time (the way it wouldn’t do for musical director Buckingham) and it was just a little uneasy. A good concert yes, how much joy can you get out of Chrissie seeing “falling, falling, falling”? A lot of course. but it didn’t have the spark of a band reinventing itself.
I still wrote it was missing something, it was missing the incomparable Christine McVie (read my review here). Well, on Monday at Madison Square garden it won’t be missing Ms. McVie and it should be superb. For godssake, the second song of the evening will be “You Make Loving Fun”.
Christine, who left in 1998 because she hates to fly and therefore hates to tour has been gone for so long it was easy to believe she was never ever coming back , indeed Stevie had just said there was a better chance of an asteroid hitting the earth and now GUESS WHAT!!
I hardly get it but the girls are now all over the press, doing interviews with Marie Claire, embracing the fashion world, and declaring getting ‘squeamish’ when compared with the legendary Fleetwood Mac
Love Is Gonna Come At Last – Bobby Womack And Patti Labelle – Womack is on the record as hating rap but the way he uses the chorus like a hook on this song, opening and closing the track with it, is an ancestor of rap for sure – A
“We are sorry to not be able to play these Australian and New Zealand dates. We hope our Australian and New Zealand fans as well as Fleetwood Mac fans everywhere will join us in wishing John and his family all the best.”
This is the sort of meeting of a subculture defined by so many failed attempts to reunite in a moment and also extened the moment into the present. The moment was the Lower east Side in the late 1970s, and the extension was musical and triumphant.