Three French Hens

I saw Fleetwood Mac at Wembley Arena.

The thing I remember most about the concert, was Mick Fleetwood stepping out from behind the drum kit to do a solo which involved him beating himself up, and he was wearing a suit with sensors, so that every time he slapped a part of his body one of the drums would beat. It was a great trick.

And then going home, we had to drive in really thick fog, crawling along country back roads with practically zero visibility and every so often another vehicle looming up out of the fog. Seriously spooky, and all it needed was a headless horseman for me to feel totally at home.

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8 Responses to Three French Hens

  1. I’ve been rather fascinated by them since the last Mojo featured them and included a good CD of Rumours covers. All the relationship stuff is interesting, not just the love affairs, but also the way the rhythm section seems to own the band, rather than the three singer/songwriters, and all the tension that’s created.

    • petertennant says:

      I’ve loved them since the very early days when they were Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac, with hits like “Albatross”, “Man of the World” and “Green Manalishi”. I can still remember jumping up to turn up the volume when “Oh Well!” came on the radio, and spilling a bowl of peaches and cream in my lap.

      Can’t help about the shape I’m in,
      Can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are too thin,
      But don’t ask me what I think of you,
      I might not give the answer that you want me to.

      Lyrics to live by 🙂

  2. Cate Gardner says:

    Fleetwood Mac are my favourite band. Especially the Buckingham-Nicks years. Love to see them in concert some day.

  3. petertennant says:

    The wink is sending a very mixed message 😉

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