Fleetwood Mac - The Chain
Over the past few days, my dad and I have been working on repairing our fractured relationship. Recent events have made me realize just how much hurt and bad blood still exists between us, mostly because we just swept it under the rug for so many years. When he got sober, we never talked about anything, it was just supposed to go away. Fifteen years later, a lot of those bad feelings haven’t gone away, even if they had been previously forgotten and buried away.

We’ve been having a lot of long father-son talks lately, and in one of them, he said he was sending me some cash and a list of records I had go out and immediately buy if I didn’t have them already. On the list was Fleetwood Mac’s landmark classic, Rumours, which I’m ashamed to say I never owned. I stayed up all night listening to it over and over on repeat, soaking in the power of Lindsey Buckingham’s voice and John McVie’s incredible bass. It’s a record you really have to have to hear on vinyl, playing out of a good set of speakers. I’ve really been into the power of “The Chain”, Buckingham’s “fuck you” to band mate and former lover Steve Nicks. It sends shivers up my back with each listen. No one writes songs this strong anymore.

Thanks, Dad. Merry Christmas.

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