Fleetwood Mac

Subject: Fleetwood Mac

One of the less attractive features of watching an iconic rock bands is the gulf between our own lives and theirs and the assumption that our lives are inferior.
Watching Fleetwood Mac this evening one is assailed not only by the songs which stick in our memories but also by the energy of those appearing in front of a huge, madly appreciative audience. Our mundane lives seem insignificant beside theirs, their fame and their  legacy of so much music which still raise goose pimples and causes the limbs to twitch just one more time.  There are songs which instinctively ignite memories of our youth, memories of when you cared to go out, cared to meet that girl across the room or just out and about to engage someone in conversation.
The legacy of Fleetwood Mac is in their recorded songs and their stage performances.  Albatross, the album, Rumours, Go your own way, Little Lies, songs which drilled down into your psych and which rumbling around inside are just just waiting for an occasion to release that emotionally charged adrenaline which as if by magic turns you into that younger person who never really left.
The early days in the late 60s, the band was made up of  the eccentric, but brilliant guitarist Peter Green who sadly had his head blown by acid party in Germany, he never recovered, the blues lyricist Christine Perfect and later, the equally brilliant guitarist, American Lindsey Buckingham and his girlfriend singer Stevie Nicks. 
Much like ABBA,  the internal feuds between the couples who headed the band and their lyrics of loss which still haunt the band, signalling both bittersweet breakup with  creative genius.
The music positions us in a time warp, a time when the limbs could match the rhythm, and the imagination knew no bounds. The lyrics projected our own sense of a time when we also experienced, joy and pathos, in equal amounts.
Listening tonight ones imagination is again, fleetingly aroused but with the reality that that part of our life is behind us and even as we rehearse in our minds the dance moves we used to make, oh so long ago, that ethereal feeling of being alive. Perhaps Rod Stewart or Mick Jagger can still cut it but for ordinary mortals, the best we can come up with is the blog.