Yes, it's very ironic that for many years Lindsey was the one who could walk away and now he isn't. It troubles me. I don't want him to be vulnerable.
I will always want Fleetwood Mac over individual endeavors and it really has nothing to do with the music per se. If we just look at albums, I probably like Stevie's best, then Lindsey's, then Christine's. I probably have not played any album more than I have played Wild Heart. But I don't look at just the albums. I look at the talent and the personalities and the stage magnetism and, for me, Stevie doesn't rank #1 on those counts.
But I like to see people with a history together. I'm obsessed, obsessed, obsessed with it. Chemistry in synch, chemistry when and where it fails or lapses. The way people fight. The way they don't. What they take for granted. What they indulge or begrudge in the other. There's such a beauty in "We."
Before The Spirit of St. Louis was published, Charles Lindbergh penned another, much less perfect book about his Atlantic flight and he called it We, because he felt he was at one with his plane, as if it were a person or a soul, joined with his. I went to the Smithsonian and actually saw two of his planes and I tried to feel him there as well. Fleetwood Mac gives me that same sense of we.
I saw both FM and the Jacksons for the first time in 1979 and just like with FM, there is nothing that Michael Jackson could do for me as a solo artist, that I would not rather see him do with his brothers. I'm that way about every relationship I observe from afar; it is a compulsion.
Michele
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