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Tuggle remembered the feeling during early rehearsals with Campbell and Finn. “We got down there and did a couple days of rehearsal, but something felt weird with Stevie," he noted. "I could tell something was off with her. I think she had already made up her mind about me being Lindsey’s guy. I think my fate was already sealed whether I was there or not.”
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What an awful feeling that must have been. Imagine standing in the rehearsal hall with your longtime colleagues and
knowing that something under the surface was amiss. Have you ever been fired from a job and not been directly told until after several other people already knew? It’s that awful feeling of the ax about to fall but you haven’t been told it’s falling on
your neck. It’s a rotten, rotten thing to do to people. Why allow Brett to attend a rehearsal if you’re only going to can him? Why not be decent and call him
beforehand so that he can hang on to a shred of dignity and not appear in person? So that he isn’t standing in a room full of acquaintances getting ready to play, thinking that he’s supposed to be playing, too?
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Tuggle said he told both Nicks and Mick Fleetwood that he hoped there was some form of “redemption for Lindsey some day." “I care about them all," he noted. "They’re all a big part of my life.”
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I can understand caring for these people musically, but personally? How can you? Hypocrisy is what enrages me more than one-off cruelty or avarice. How can Mick and Stevie stand on a concert stage and lecture
us about “taking care of one another” and being kind to everyone — and then shaft people close to them over and over? What kind of delusion drives that degree of disconnect? How can anyone preach kindness after every concert and in every interview and then shoot the mule out from under dozens of coworkers over the years? Where do they get off with the didacticism, painting themselves as enlightened moral beacons? Makes me sick! I say to Mick and Stevie and the others: Do whatever you want politically to people in that band, but shut up about how lovely you are. You’re a sleaze, just like the rest of us down here in the mud.
Meanwhile, though,
Dreams is the no. 1 song in the country. Again. I feel as if all my dreams were coming true.