The Chain, by Fleetwood Mac.
Another pre-recorded number while I’m out of the office. 😉
I’ve been wanting to do this song all year, and my renewed love of it goes back to a Song Exploder (or the NPR version, I forget) podcast with Lindsey Buckingham, I think, where he unpacked the tracks and, uhhhhmmmm relationships. And some of the drugs involved, I think. There were a lot of all three.
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Never satisfied with what I pass off as the idea of harmonies, but parts of this are listenable.
Landslide, by Fleetwood Mac.
I mean, if it’s going to be Vulnerable Week, might as well go all in, right?
I’m sure I heard this one thousands of times growing up, but for some reason the image that pops into my head when I hear this somehow involves a pizza parlor in New Jersey (or Pennsylvania??) where it came on while we were eating during a film job (??!?!) — none of that makes a lot of sense, and chances are good if that memory is accurate, I was vegan at the time, but idk, for whatever reason I am transported to that long-tabled pizza place now when I hear this song.
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Two guitars, two vocals. I’ve been messing around with adjusted Echo effects on the main vocal/guitar track a lot lately. There’s a phrase an adult cousin of mine used sometime in the early 2000s when my wife and I were staying with her a couple nights in New York… she was talking about “music today” and I think the phrase was “an echo chamber to disguise their lack of talent” and I mean, she’s not wrong, but also, I have no shame, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
Say You Love Me, by Fleetwood Mac.
Speaking of Love 94, Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham and all variations thereof are Love 94 Yacht Rock in its purest form. As usual, my karaoke habits well precede the trending TikToks by a good solid 7 years, as I once stood up in front of a semi-friendly Louisville crowd and busted out what was then an “old man” song, Dreams, and full respect to the other guy about my age in the audience who was rocking out to it.
This song, on the other hand, has just been in my head recently, and it took forever to figure out what it was called and find the chords for it. (HINT: It is not called “falling” or “when the loving starts” but it could be.)
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So after multiple perfectly fine sound checks, I think I managed to unplug the good microphone, and judging by the stereo track in garageband, I think I might’ve accidentally recorded the vocal and guitar with the old iPhone headphone mic instead. But it was getting late, so I worked with it.
You can also hear the dog come downstairs and catch a glimpse of her plopping down next to me on the couch. That’s a treat.