My wife bought a copy of Fleetwood Mac's Rumours at the used record store a few weeks ago. It flared into a brief obsession for us. Its a great album - as many have pointed out before me - though I can remember it being held up as an example of unchecked 70's bloat and banality. On a personal note, I'm really disappointed that nobody showed me a picture of a young Lindsey Buckingham, circa Rumours, when I was in my early 20s. I totally could've pulled off that beard-and-curly-hair-helmet look. I probably could've convincingly worn a kimono as everyday wear as well.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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