Quote:
Originally Posted by SortaSavageLike
How could one look at the once-slender Mick Fleetwood and not cringe to see him overweight and balding, grotesquely stuffed like a sausage into the frightening costume he wore on the cover of Rumours?
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.
|
I don't think that "journalist" was right, or fair, about singling Stevie out, either. However, I strongly disagree that Christine was "strongly diminished from the glory days of Tusk" into a piddly mockery of an emotionless robot." She's definitely had work done on her face and was using a lot of makeup to cover wrinkles, but she still looked real to me. And as far as her stage performance, she was in top form--just more reserved at the mic in between numbers than she might have been during the cocaine years.