Play On: Now, Then, and Fleetwood Mac: The Autobiography
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"After forty-six years of being on the road, this is the right time to look back in a way I've never done before: now and then. This is the story of my life in rock and roll -- and how the band that has meant everything to me came to define me. I'm looking forward to sharing it with you."
Mick Fleetwood has been a member of the ever-evolving Fleetwood Mac, one of the world's most successful and adored bands, for over four decades. Here he tells the full and candid story of his life as one of music's greatest drummers and bandleaders, the cofounder of the deeply loved supergroup that bears his name and that of his bandmate and lifelong friend John McVie.
In this intimate portrait of a life lived in music, Fleetwood vividly recalls his upbringing tapping along to every song playing on the radio, his experiences as a musician in '60s London, and the earliest permutation of the band featuring Peter Green.
Play On sheds new light on Fleetwood Mac's raucous history, describing the highs and lows of being in the band that Fleetwood was determined to keep together. Here he reflects on the creation of landmark albums such as Rumours and Tusk, the great loves of his life, and the many incredible and outrageous moments of recording, touring, and living with Fleetwood Mac. Fleetwood describes these moments with honesty and immediacy, taking us to the very heart of this multilayered journey that has always been anchored in music.
Through it all, from intense love to plaintive heartaches, from collaborations to confrontations, it's been the drive to play on that has prevailed. Now, then, and always, it's Fleetwood Mac.
believed that Christopher was who he said he was, but didn’t believe that he wanted to invest anymore. Lynn really loved those glasses and they were a present from me but I was such a whore, holding out that we may still have a chance through Christopher. So when he picked up the glasses and said he liked them and that they looked good on him, I told him he could have them. I figured I’d just buy Lynn another pair. Lynn wasn’t okay with that, she loved the glasses primarily because they were a
over-dubbed with a harmonica solo. It was a dirty bit of Chicago-style electric blues and it was fucking hot. It was by far the best track of the lot. ‘I’ve got a name for that one,’ Peter said with a knowing grin, as we listened back to it in the control room. ‘What’s that, Pete?’ ‘I’m calling that tune “Fleetwood Mac”.’ He took a pen and wrote it on the white tape on the lid of the tin holding the finished two-inch tape. ‘You mean as in him and me?’ I asked, pointing to John and me. ‘Why
and then into the night (except for Jenny, who was pregnant), sitting there around the table in our country home. Jenny’s pregnancy made her feel nauseous and combined with her necessary chemical abstinence, it made her feel out of place. That was a beautiful day, but it wasn’t always like that; there were many nights when the pressure got to everyone. We had to follow up Then Play On, we had to prove we were something without Peter Green, and all of us knew it. At one point or another every
anything between us began, but the irony is that Lindsey was right. It was pure intuition, because his interpretation at the time was incorrect, but his premonition that there was something powerful between Stevie and me was entirely correct. What he felt finally manifested itself; eventually I fell in love with her and it was chaotic, it was on the road and it was a crazy love affair that went on longer than any of us really remember–probably several years by the end of it. What else can I say,
to understand why he might not agree with me, or wished I’d reconsider, but ultimately that he understood my point of view. He did that when I ran away from school, telling me that he knew school wasn’t for me and he didn’t expect me to think about college, but that I needed to get back in the saddle and finish high school. When I was in a shooting phase with my air rifle as a ten-year-old and I shot an endangered local seagull off the back of the house barge, he told me every reason why what I’d