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Tuesday, January 03, 2023

rock acriticism: Rumours

The band's iconic Rumours 
was composed in a binge of 
Fleetwood Mac. Nicks would 
eventually play no dobro. The 
band consoled itself by means 
of head-turning commercial 
stardom, playing around Nicks 
on Dreams while she sang. On 
Go Your Own Way, a radio deejay 
said I don't know about that.
Buckingham called him on it,
demanding explanation. Apparently 

he saw his point: beat one of the song
is hard to find. On The Chain, one of
the band's most complicated songs
is holy shit good. Other songs are
just great, leading to a huge reputation.

Fleetwood to
this 
day can't explain 

how he plays the drums

on this classic soft rock folk pop 
masterwork of tunes and jams. It's 
because he's dyslexic, he shrugs. When
I was a kid 
I admit
I thought it was bullshit
because AC/DC. Now I see
that's bullshit. Fleetwood Mac
and accadacca conflict
in
no

point  

Now, almost too many years on, 
a sober reassessment shows 
oh 
I never actually heard this album. 
The whole album. But
some of the
tunes are like
old friends whose
family members I never 
met. Normal, 

if you think about families 
and friends
and Rumours

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