"Tell me, tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies"

[David]

Here's something to try at home. Concoct the Fleetwood Mac of your choice in your mind's eye. Sit back in your rocker-recliner from La-Z-Boy & start imagining the band -- set up along whatever lines you choose -- performing an entire show for you.

You can control the personnel, the set list, the onstage patter, even the styles & eras! (If you prefer zaftig Stevie Nicks, put the 1991 Stevie up there! If you prefer the empress-of-the-pagoda, put the 1983 Stevie up there!) You can add Christine or nix her, & do the same with Peter Green, Danny Kirwan, or even Dave Mason. It's a great, low-calorie idea that exercises gray cells & helps you to explore your own deepest, darkest creativity.

I'm doing it right now -- & I must say I'm really enjoying the band, powering through "What Makes You Think You're the One" onstage at the Hollywood Bowl. It's August 1980, & Buckingham is yelping & hooting, Fleetwood is slamming away on the skins (John right behind him), & Chris is playing her Fats Domino chords & noticeably wincing during a few painful glissandi. What fun!

[Peestie]

Originally Posted by David

I'm doing it right now -- & I must say I'm really enjoying the band, powering through "What Makes You Think You're the One" onstage at the Hollywood Bowl. It's August 1980, & Buckingham is yelping & hooting, Fleetwood is slamming away on the skins (John right behind him), & Chris is playing her Fats Domino chords & noticeably wincing during a few painful glissandi. What fun!

Sounds a bit crap to me I can't say I'm a fan of Lindsey - especially his yelping and hooting and Chris has always been a bit classless And don't even get me start on John! That guy couldn't play if his life depended on it! (and now I've gone too far... )