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the
Rumours
tour.
All that was left to do was to finalize the set. A bandâs set is critical: the order and choice of songs in a concert should flow and keep the audience enthralled. After trying out endless variations, which provoked more than a few fights among the members, Fleetwood Mac finally hit on a set order that was a masterpiece of musicianship. Today I have absolutely no doubt that anyone who was lucky enough to see the shows of the 1977-78
Rumours
tour will agree with me.
By the end of rehearsals Stevie and I had settled into an uneasy truce. Even though I could feel her resentment like a dark mist washing over me each time I was near her, I kept a smile on my face and tried to never let her see how much I was bothered by it. What I truly hoped was that one day Stevie and I would be friends. But if that day never came, then so be it. I knew that I would rise above everything she might try to throw at me to break up my relationship with Lindsey. I had to. I had made a vow.
It was the last night of rehearsals and, for the first time, an audience had been invited. Warner executives, friends of the band, and a sprinkling of family members filled the cavernous soundstage. The air was humming with anticipation. The band was excited and nervous to be playing for an audience, but there was so much goodwill in the large hall that it was easy for the five members of Fleetwood Mac to move into position on the stage area and start the show. They launched into âYou Make Loving Funâ and people stopped laughing and drinking, falling into complete silence as they sat in awe of the power of the music that was coming from the band. I stood by Julieâs side, holding her hand as we watched the men we adored dazzle the crowd.
It was four months into our relationship and I was madly in love with Lindsey. As I stood and watched him perform on the dusty stage, I was struck by his vulnerability under the spotlights and I wanted to protect him with all of my heart and soul. The way that Lindsey held his head as he looked down at his guitar strings, playing as usual without a guitar pick, completely lost in the music that was springing from his fingertips kept me frozen in place. He seemed not to notice the blood that was splattering his guitar from his savaged fingers. But I did.
For the first time I perceived something that hadnât been obvious to me before that nightâs dress rehearsal. Dressed in his stage clothes, guitarstrapped around his neck, Lindsey had a power and a purity that shone in its brightness. And I knew that I would do everything within my power to protect him. Suddenly words rang out in my mind with the clarity of a church bell:
Iâll never do anything that will come between Lindsey and his music.
At once it was clear to me what Lindsey essentially was: half man and half pure musicâsavage, unformed, and fundamentally dangerous. I knew, as I stood and watched him play, that if I wanted the first half Iâd have to nurture and protect the second, inner half of Lindsey, the part that was sheer musical genius. No matter what it might cost me personally.
But as those words kept ringing through my headâ
Iâll never do anything that will come between Lindsey and his music
âI made a vow to live by this commandment. The alternative, I realized, would be a life without Lindseyâsomething I couldnât even begin to think about. The love I felt for him was such that life without him would no longer be worth living.
Rehearsals had ended and
Rumours
was due to be released in three days. All of us were nervous and excited. Even though the radio had been playing the album nonstop for the past month, it was the reviews and sales figures that initially would spell out the recordâs success and, following that, the
Rumours
tour ticket sales would be the further measure of it. Without good reviews and sales, the tour would be an uphill battle to prove that Fleetwood Mac
Rumours
tour.
All that was left to do was to finalize the set. A bandâs set is critical: the order and choice of songs in a concert should flow and keep the audience enthralled. After trying out endless variations, which provoked more than a few fights among the members, Fleetwood Mac finally hit on a set order that was a masterpiece of musicianship. Today I have absolutely no doubt that anyone who was lucky enough to see the shows of the 1977-78
Rumours
tour will agree with me.
By the end of rehearsals Stevie and I had settled into an uneasy truce. Even though I could feel her resentment like a dark mist washing over me each time I was near her, I kept a smile on my face and tried to never let her see how much I was bothered by it. What I truly hoped was that one day Stevie and I would be friends. But if that day never came, then so be it. I knew that I would rise above everything she might try to throw at me to break up my relationship with Lindsey. I had to. I had made a vow.
It was the last night of rehearsals and, for the first time, an audience had been invited. Warner executives, friends of the band, and a sprinkling of family members filled the cavernous soundstage. The air was humming with anticipation. The band was excited and nervous to be playing for an audience, but there was so much goodwill in the large hall that it was easy for the five members of Fleetwood Mac to move into position on the stage area and start the show. They launched into âYou Make Loving Funâ and people stopped laughing and drinking, falling into complete silence as they sat in awe of the power of the music that was coming from the band. I stood by Julieâs side, holding her hand as we watched the men we adored dazzle the crowd.
It was four months into our relationship and I was madly in love with Lindsey. As I stood and watched him perform on the dusty stage, I was struck by his vulnerability under the spotlights and I wanted to protect him with all of my heart and soul. The way that Lindsey held his head as he looked down at his guitar strings, playing as usual without a guitar pick, completely lost in the music that was springing from his fingertips kept me frozen in place. He seemed not to notice the blood that was splattering his guitar from his savaged fingers. But I did.
For the first time I perceived something that hadnât been obvious to me before that nightâs dress rehearsal. Dressed in his stage clothes, guitarstrapped around his neck, Lindsey had a power and a purity that shone in its brightness. And I knew that I would do everything within my power to protect him. Suddenly words rang out in my mind with the clarity of a church bell:
Iâll never do anything that will come between Lindsey and his music.
At once it was clear to me what Lindsey essentially was: half man and half pure musicâsavage, unformed, and fundamentally dangerous. I knew, as I stood and watched him play, that if I wanted the first half Iâd have to nurture and protect the second, inner half of Lindsey, the part that was sheer musical genius. No matter what it might cost me personally.
But as those words kept ringing through my headâ
Iâll never do anything that will come between Lindsey and his music
âI made a vow to live by this commandment. The alternative, I realized, would be a life without Lindseyâsomething I couldnât even begin to think about. The love I felt for him was such that life without him would no longer be worth living.
Rehearsals had ended and
Rumours
was due to be released in three days. All of us were nervous and excited. Even though the radio had been playing the album nonstop for the past month, it was the reviews and sales figures that initially would spell out the recordâs success and, following that, the
Rumours
tour ticket sales would be the further measure of it. Without good reviews and sales, the tour would be an uphill battle to prove that Fleetwood Mac
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