http://youtube.com/v/c8Vz5ZmJCJ4
the helplessness in fugue between fleetwood’s late drumbeat, mcveigh’s unrequited bass drive and christine’s prismatic love
Fleetwood is an archetypal English character and John McVeigh is a hero for carrying the torch for Christine through it all, even when she sucks up to that abominably cheesy guitar virtuoso interloper. It’s a “blues Abba” with Mick, John, Christine and Stevie. I love the way John clutches Christine at about 1:04 into this. You have to realise he’s carried a torch for her forever and she’s in with the glib mother’s boy guitarist interloper whose name I’ve happily forgotten. She’s the biggest eejit for that but she’s also mother earth and all the rest.
John McVeigh’s explanation of the pull of their music is that the bass leads the way and Mick Fleetwood’s drumbeat follows a couple of microseconds (or whatever) behind, which gives it that distinctive flavour (drum usually sets/is on the beat) and empathy with a love scene in the court of a jester king (Fleetwood). (I don’t know if I’m making any sense.)
2011: I should add I know nothing about them really, the above is just the way I imagine things might be.
Stephen Moran's Museum of Illusions 