Fleetwood Mac has to be on of my favorite bands from what my peers would call "back in the day", I should admit, I said it too. Its funny how we can make fun of things our parents or elders used to do when they were our age, and then sometimes we wind up enjoying the exact same things. So anyways, Fleetwood is still making good music with their most recent album from 2003,"Say You Will".
Although as a hole I think the band is great, there are 2 members that cath my ears {ahah not my eyes.. pretty cheesy i know} the most. First we have Stevie Nicks who I think has such a stand out voice. I've really never heard a woman with such a masculine but at the same time feminine sounding raspy angelic voice. What a variety of vocal chords she must have [ please dont mind my dry sense of humor .. i amuse myself}. There is always such emotion in her voice; and most of the time her symbolic lyrics put such a sparkle on the vibe of the song.
Here's one of the classics "Landslide" which always makes me cry EVERY TIME i hear it;sometimes happy cries sometimes sad ones. This song was also covered by the Dixie Chics. I have to say even though i adapt well to it .. i don't like change .. every time I hear this version I put on Fleetwood mac within the first 15 seconds.

AND ANOTHER..A CLASSIC SOME OF YOU PROABABLY KNOW






The other memeber , Lindsey Buckingham had a Romantic history with Nicks which makes me wonder if that's why their lyrics get my attention so much.You go through their entire relationship with them and there is so much heartache, passion and love that is evoked in each and every song. It's kind of like watching a soap opera. You know the hole fascination with watching other peoples lives in as much misery as yours if not something on a lighter note. Getting back to those lighter notes, Buckingham ,AKA MAC DADDY [ahaha],is the guitarist in Fleetwood Mac and has such a unique approach to his fingerpicking style of playing. I think he is underrated and his solos always seems to remind me of Hendrix. It left me in shock to find that he never learned to read music up to this day. Here is one of my favorite songs from him:
HERE'S ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVORITES

Just a Letter to My Love

Love; the most misused and abused and least understood word…

Real love is rare, and a thing of great beauty, though it cannot be seen.
I am reminded of this every time I hear about "chemistry";
About physical attraction and "love at first sight";
And especially when it ends the morning after last night.

Love doesn't care whether you're rich or poor, or if your parents were.
But it requires that one be generous about giving and sharing it.
It can be found in a hovel or lost in a castle, but it cannot be bought.
Love can be easily overlooked even when it's said to be sought.

Love doesn't care about the past, ignores the skeletons in the closet.
Striving for a better future, love animates and rejuvenates those it infects.
It believes one should not be held accountable…forgives all past mistakes;
And instead judges one only on the future decisions one makes.

Love is blind, and you can't make another see it, but still you try…
Never so obvious as the breaking of dawn,
you see it not with your eyes, but with an open mind.
And it can be stealthy, creeping up on you from behind;
Should love find you in this way, it's the most wonderful kind.

Anaesthetic but not esthetic, love is morphine to those in pain;
It overwhelms any discomfort and lights the path in the night.
Yet it can also cause more pain than one can endure; love can expire…
When it gives itself profusely, but is not returned--an unfulfilled desire.

What exactly does love mean to me? It's difficult to define.
Love doesn't mean you're compatible, or have everything in common;
It won't try to change you into something that can be loved even more;
Love appreciates you just the way you are, and everything you stand for.

Love won't die when the outer shell of physical beauty cracks.
It doesn't care what others think or say; it bravely faces all adversity.
It stops at nothing to promote itself, and proves itself time and time again
In details remembered, needs fulfilled,
private thoughts shared…and a good laugh now and then.

Love gazes longingly into your eyes, your beautiful brown eyes…
Hoping to see its reflection.