Wednesday, May 5, 2010
My Fleetwood Mac perspective has changed
Picture the scene: Younger, punk brother knocking on older sister’s bedroom door, Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours playing in the background. Back in the day this album seemed to be in every young adult’s collection.
Younger, punk brother says through the locked door, “Whatcha doing? Wanna play Monopoly?”
Older sister says in a burdened tone, “Please go away. I’m busy.”
Yes, I was that younger, punk brother.
For most of my life, if I thought of Fleetwood Mac, I would think of my older sister and her Rumours album. I also equated Fleetwood Mac to the throaty vocals of Stevie Nicks and the hipster guitarist work of Lindsey Buckingham.
I guess I always liked Fleetwood Mac, but they weren’t one of my favorite bands when I was younger.
Sometime last year, I decided to add Fleetwood Mac’s Greatest Hits to my jogging music rotation. Over the last six months or so, I’ve listened to their tunes more than any other band’s work while jogging.
After all that listening, I’m struck with three realizations. First, I really like their sound, more so than I did when I was younger. Second, I never grasped how drum-centric their band was. Mick Fleetwood really did some excellent work. Third, I’m drawn more to Christine McVie’s vocals than to Stevie Nicks’ tortured rasp.
That's it. Not much of a music flashback here, just an observation on how tastes and perspectives change as we age.
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