Over and Over Live Rehearsal

[David]

This is the sort of ballad that Mick Fleetwood's style -- a faultlessly steady pulse with the emphasis on the kick & spare use of crashy, bangy cymbals -- is perfect for.

When I think of Fleetwood Mac (when I bother), this sound, undergirded by his kick, is what I think of. It stands alone in the annals of rock. It's unique.

I remember those days of hearing this in the cavernous halls of the old Forum. The joining of incommensurates -- Christine's music-boxy electronic-piano noodles set against the wallop of Mick's kick -- is what gave the listener such satisfaction.

These days, with forty-five aesthetically pointless people contributing noise to the proceedings, that satisfaction is completely absent in me. It's like padding a skeleton with so much foam that it becomes a giant parade float.