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Originally Posted by michelej1
I wouldn't even want Fleetwood Mac to do half of that stuff. Here guys, here's $50, do not release a comedy album of stage banter. Not that they aren't funny mind you, it's just . . .
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Fleetwood Mac couldn't do one. Maybe back in 1968-1970. Today it would be a self-help record about healing.
But, Bob is one funny mofo. It's mostly just trash talk (Bob was a jock in rough, blue collar part of Dayton), and it's hilarious. One time I saw GbV, and he came out holding a microphone in one hand and a bottle of beer and a cigarette in the other. He then went on to say this:
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We are the fourth greatest band in the world. The first greatest band in the world is Pearl Jam. The second greatest band in the world is Radiohead. The third greatest band in the world is R.E.M. And we're number four! F*CK you Foo Fighters, we're number four.
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Bob is one of the few guys who you can see, not know any songs, and still have an amazing time.
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Originally Posted by ajmccarrell
(sniff, sniff) Why am I not your favorite band.....
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Because Lindsey Buckingham has turned the live show into his therapy session. I'm a social worker. That **** bores me to tears. I'm paying to have a good time, and that just makes it feel like a day at work. And, at the time, I was working at a homeless shelter, so Lindsey's whining seemed all the more rediculous. The last thing I want at a show is somebody recanting a therapy session. It's bull****. If he has nothing to say, then shut the eff up and play. Plus, I think it's bull**** that he charged $30+ and played, really, an hour's worth of music. The big event on a Saturday night should NOT be over by 10. Gee, great. I paid over $30 so you could play some songs -mostly live, though somewhat Memorex- and essentially have me be your emotional tampon because you were in one of the world's biggest bands, but they didn't think you **** rainbows. You know, you chould have just shut the hell up and played ALL of your songs off of
Tusk instead of whining about the band not thinking glowing things about that album back in 1979. Quit bein' a pussy. [PS, the specific straw that broke the camel's back was something about realizing a dream he had wasn't going to come true, and that he had to allow himself time to mourn the loss of the dream. You know, when you've seen somebody mourn the loss of a mustard sandwich, losing a dream seems irrelevant.]
Bob charges $15-ish and turns it into a party, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a dancin' to the oldies party. I'm talking about a "how in the f*ck did I not get arrested last night" party.