Unlike most of the rest of the world’s music obsessives, I’ve never seen Fleetwood Mac live before. And I’m breaking some rules to get there. I usually get pretty hung up on the idea of seeing bands well after their prime. Hung up, as in precious and anal. I’ve blogged about that before. About my refusal to attend gigs based purely on a sense of nostalgia.
With Fleetwood Mac though, it feels
different. It feels like I’ve got nothing to lose by seeing them at this stage
of their career, well after their peak years. I guess that’s mainly because my
relationship with Fleetwood Mac has always been based on a large helping of
nostalgia. And because Rumours itself represents a comforting feeling of warmth
and familiarity, carried forward from my childhood. You see, my Mum had this
album when I was growing up. And Fleetwood Mac represent her generation, not
mine. I’m going not because the band is precious to me, but because I’ll
probably never get another chance to honour that formative (very early) period
of my life in quite the same way.
My older sister and I thrashed Rumours while
both in our early teens. She was probably a much bigger Fleetwood Mac fan than
I was at the time, but I’m quite sure I adored Stevie Nicks every bit as much
as she did … even if it was for a different reason.
Teenage Kicks/Stevie Nicks |
More than that, as much as I’ve always loved Rumours, I’ve never been a massive fan of Fleetwood Mac in a widescreen sense. It was Rumours or bust, Rumours or nothing. If you can appreciate the difference. I’m a Rumours fan, Fleetwood Mac is merely the vehicle to deliver it. Mac albums like Tusk (1979), or Mirage (1982), say, I couldn’t care less about … but Rumours is special.
Fleetwood Mac and Rumours always felt like a
guilty pleasure for me. Not a love I’d share openly with too many people. It
wasn’t punk, “new wave”, alternative, or fresh enough to be considered a band
I’d admit to liking. The band was a commercial radio staple. They were
everywhere. It was mainstream, and beyond saturation point. So I kept it close,
and it took years for me to be honest with anyone about just how much I love the
huge-selling Rumours.
Rumours is an album with a little bit of everything.
The back story; two sets of couples, one
British, one American, one recently divorced, and the other going through a process
of breaking up while the album was being made. And the odd man out, a drummer
trying desperately to hold it all together. You’ve heard it all before, or at
the very least, you’ve read about it all before. And there was an undeniable
chemistry there. Like some sort of demented unwashed Transatlantic rock version
of Abba (plus one) gone badly wrong.
And what about those songs?
Beautiful songs about fading and failed
relationships. Songs about intimacy and infidelity. Songs about hope. Songs about despair.
Songs about trying to hold it all together. Even the odd song about nothing
very much at all really.
Musically the album is a hybrid of styles;
from straight-up pop, to ballads, to hippy folkie stuff, to hard driving rock.
It had singles that charted, and album tracks that became iconic simply because
they were epic album tracks off Rumours.
Fleetwood Mac had a few different
incarnations over the years, and as such the band will mean different things to
different people (see the Peter Green or Bob Welch years), but the five
individuals who made Rumours represent the ultimate in Fleetwood Mac line-ups …
the perfect core. And it’s the line-up I’ll see in Auckland.
I do hope they remember to play something
from Rumours.
I think Mick was more than simply a drummer trying to hold it together... He'd shagged both his female bandmates, hadn't he?
ReplyDeleteyou may be right, but I'm pretty sure he hadn't at *that* stage. I read somewhere recently he wound up doing that, but in 1976 prior to the release of Rumours in early '77? ... I'm not so sure.
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