"Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down, and there's not another living soul around.and you say that you love me!' Chris is singing the lead, and Stevie chants amidst a wonderful stagelit luminescence about her noble, golden head.
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thousands of voices roar for the music as Rick plays a chord and Mick starts the rhythm and suddenly it's Fleetwood Mac in full throttle at top volume. house lights dim as crew climb rope ladders like spider monkeys.
a Two minutes, and Fleetwood Mac files breathlessly into the shadows behind the big raised stage. And one almost senses the ghosts in the band, those not present, but there all the same in spirit.- the magisterial young blues god Peter Green Jeremy Spencer child of God Danny Kirwan, whose playing was like blue water under Peter's red fire Bob Welch, the California mystic-Um and Lindsey Buckingham, Fleetwood Mac's protean guitarist and singer for more than a decade. The dressing rooms feel electric, supercharged.
Band managers John Courage, Dennis Dunstan and Tony Dimitnades issue final instructions to the crew and hall personnel. Mick has finished his toilette and is high-stepping in place and howling. Over in the corner the brilliant Ghanaian drummer Isaac Asante adjusts his horned cowrie-shell helmet. Playing hen in London Rick Vito has a strange feeling, as though he were stepping into some pretty heavy shoes indeed. New guitarist Rick Vito sits next to Mick at the mirror As a teenager in Philadelphia he paid to see the original Mac in 1968 when they were just becoming known in the States. With a laugh and a flash of black eyes, Mr Burnette, a real gentleman, accepts the B12 shot offered by the comical English tour doc. Three hundred and fifty quid for a shirt, but Billy's band has sold out 10 nights at Wembley so it's OK. a Back in the boy's room Billy Burnette is trying on a black silk shirt from a shop in Bond Street. a Stevie Nicks is in the dressing room she shares with Christine she is not to be seen, preferring to prepare for Fleetwood Mac's return in seclusion, like a bride. Slender, beautiful and elegant, she banters with the boys, her regal but unassuming demeanor instantly grabbing the moment. Christine Perfect McVie" slips into the men's dressing room with a knowing smile. Mick Fleetwood, six feet six inches of King Lear intensity, studies his costume and makeup in the mirror-, issues many vague orders and gnat oaths, and says something about the wild days of the young Mac in the sixties. He Says that when he was asked to join Fleetwood Mac during the summer of 196Z he declined and took a kif holiday in Morocco instead. 4 Twenty minutes! a John McVie sits in the dressing room, smoking, relaxed, tight but loose. The backstage consensus is that tonight would not be a good night for a less-than-magic show. And there an the fans, some of whom have been paying to see Fleetwood Mac for more than twenty years. And there's cause for some nervousness.Ī royal prince has tickets tonight and has been invited back-stage after the show. For twenty minutes the gnat band burns away to the giant empty hall, stopping to re-weave the three voice harmony to their current British hit single: "Tell me lies, tell me sweet little hes." a Now the band and its corps of rock soldiers are pacing and chatting and waiting out the anxious minutes right before a show. An hour earlier Fleetwood Mac (Mark XI) had convened onstage for the day's soundcheck and a brief rehearsal.
a "Thirty minutes" calls Wayne Cody, continuing his traditional countdown to showtime.
Tango In The Night is the number one record in England for the second time, and Fleetwood Mac has sold out ten nights at Wembley Arena, eight years after last playing in its native land. England plays Scotland for UK football bragging rights on Saturday and huge colored banners wave smartly in the wind atop the parapets of the stadium. Wembley, northern London, late May of Eighty Eight. Jewelcases / Trays / Protection jackets.
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