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Book Denounces Colostomy Rock
I was just reading reviews of NY Times editor John Strausbaugh's book and this excerpt caught my eye. The book is 7 years old, but I didn't see this until now:
ROCK 'TIL YOU DROP http://www.amazon.com/Rock-Til-You-D...9342260&sr=8-2 The Decline From Rebellion To Nostalgia Were you, for instance, a Fleetwood Mac fan? I never quite got their massive appeal myself. To me, Fleetwood Mac - the mid-to-late-1970s edition of Fleetwood Mac, 'Rhiannon' and all that - was just Abba with a decent drummer. Be that as it may, if you were a fan of Fleetwood Mac in the 1970s, why on earth would you want to see them reunited as middle-aged has-beens in the late 1990s, performing a nostalgia stage act of 25-year-old hit songs? How could you look at the once-svelte Stevie Nicks and not cringe to see her overweight and stuffed like a sausage into some girdle or corset torture device so constricting she literally could not move in it, her pancake make-up thick and hard as china, her hair a straw fright wig, her once fetchingly crackled voice a scary croak? Or how about the middle-aged Eric Clapton? Were you still thinking Clapton was God by, say, 1980? How about after the easy-listening Miller Beer commercials? How about after his son died and he wrote that hideously mawkish song for him and then would not stop playing it everywhere he went, year after year? |
Just to nitpick -
The Dance was released in 1997, only 22 years after the release of The White Album, so not even the band's earliest Top 40 hits were 25-years-old. Isn't it also predictable that the writer references Stevie's physical appearance - despite the fact that she looked gorgeous - but not that of the group's male members? His opinion can be dismissed because he's playing loose with the facts used to support his proposition. Oh, and he's a douche. |
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How could one look at every young girl's fantasy, Lindsey Buckingham, and not cringe to see him sweaty and emaciated, his bushy 'fro now reduced to a mockery of it's former glory, his strongly emotive voice now reduced to a froggy groan? How could one look at the once-homely Christine McVie, her face stretched into a texture-less fright mask from multiple plastic surgeries, her stage presence strongly diminished from the glory days of Tusk into a piddly mockery of an emotionless robot, and not keel over in a puddle of vomit? Wait. None of them are cute and blond. Never mind. |
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I'd like to see what this guy looks like. It's easy to hide behind the printed word. Regardless, he must be a severely shallow individual to judge a performer soley on their looks. Stevie (and those in her generation) remain Living Legends because their music has risen above the shizz that's out there now and continues to entertain and inspire and awe. Everyone ages and if it means a bit more pounds, a bit less hair and lots more wrinkles, so be it. We love these artists for their music and how their music has touched us. This guy sounds likea miserable loser who misses the point.
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Besides, it's not surprising he devoted so much time to ridiculing Stevie's appearance. Typical of a lot of middle-aged men - viewing women like sex objects, or puppets with boobs. He probably didn't understand what was so great about Silver Springs because Stevie was "fat," but was probably masturbating to Britney Spears videos a couple years later because she was "hot." |
It used to really bother me when I'd read stuff like this, but I just dont give a damn anymore. I love Fleetwood Mac and whatever some critic says means absolutely nothing to me because their music makes me happy and that's all I care about.
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Viv, why the bad review? I thought this tour was getting positive reviews? |
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That is just f***ing lowlife & classless. This "journalist" should be beaten to within an inch of his life in a dark NYC alley. I take that back, go the extra inch. |
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