Stevie And Company

I know it’s been a few days since I posted and you all miss me terribly (I would too), but I’ve been somewhat busy.  Last night was set aside for Fleetwood Mac.  Yes, they were phenomenal.  Our girl Stevie sounded great, looked great and is still the world’s best twirler.  But it wasn’t all about Stevie, just mostly, because Lindsey Buckingham was on fire.  Mick Fleetwood was a maniac, but what else is new.  That’s nice for them and all, but I don’t need anyone cutting too much into Stevie Time.

So just a few negatives:

  1.  Where the f*** is Christie McVie?  Sorry for the language, but I’m very emotional about this
  2. I forget a scrunchy and couldn’t pull my hair back, and it was pretty hot in there
  3. Drunk, loud, obnoxious and sitting behind us.  The story of my life.  There was Stevie doing an incredible rendition of Landslide, and these two girls are “singing” at the top of their lungs.  I asked myself, did I buy a ticket to hear two off-key drunk girls?  I answered myself, no I did not.  If I wanted to hear that I could have done it for a lot less money at a karaoke bar.

Positives:  Absolutely everything else.

Just like when I saw them a couple of years ago, Lindsey and Stevie looked at each other without too much irony or bitterness when they played Second Hand News and The Chain, and only slightly disturbing that those were the first two songs.  So for a band that could have been the storyline for a soap opera, not too shabby.

You know how some children of divorce harbor a secret hope that their parents will get back together?  That’s how I feel about Stevie and Lindsey.  Can they not just make it work for the sake of the fans?  I don’t care so much about John and Christie’s break-up, except to say that if they had to lose one of them from the band it should have been John.  Maybe then I’d have a shot at hearing Songbird live.

Stevie was as usual changing from one black, winged dress to another, crystals hanging from her microphone, tambourine in hand.  It got me thinking…hey, I bet I could play the tambourine!  That’s the only thing I might be able to do, but maybe I could be in a band.  Then I tried to remember if there had ever been a band with someone who only played the tambourine, no singing.  I came up with Tracy Partridge; I don’t think this is happening for me.

I have a friend whose life-long ambition is to go to the Betty Ford Clinic while Stevie is there.  Well, duuh, who doesn’t fantasize about that…but Stevie seems pretty clean and sober.  Umm, and so am I.  Bummer.  But a girl can dream.

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4 Responses to Stevie And Company

  1. Kate says:

    I always wanted to be in a rock and roll band! I wished I could sing like Linda Ronstadt or at least Joan Jett but it was not to be. I should have checked into the tambourine thingie. That would have been so cool to be up there banging that thing. Sounds like a great time. I love Stevie too!

    • Jill Foer Hirsch says:

      Kate my friend, we’re starting an all tambourine girl band. If we jangle loud enough no one will hear our “singing” And all kinds of stuff they can do in the studio these days. This idea has legs…

  2. mimijk says:

    I think they would kill to have you play tambourine with them…just send her an email, on winged stationery..

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