Yesterday at work I heard someone playing them. It didn’t sound quite right, and I’ve since found out there’s a tribute album to Fleetwood Mac with loads of bands I really like. I don’t have any aversion to their music, it’s the memories.
My dad died in October 2006. Fleetwood Mac and The Eagles were such a huge part of his life – we were brought up on music in our house.
My dad had a humanist funeral – two songs featured are ‘his’ – Procol Harum ‘A Whiter Shade Of Pale’ (that’s my mum and dads song), and Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Albatross’. ‘Hotel California’ by The Eagles is just dad (also see anything by Bruce Springsteen) – my sister left her mp3 player and played The Eagles a lot to him in hospital in his final days. So there’s memories..
Almost six years later and when I hear ‘Albatross’ I go back to that day. It’s painful but it’s less painful if that makes sense? Cancer took away dad, but it can’t take away our memories. It can also take away associations with music. I’m never going to demand someone takes something off the stereo, but damn – sometimes it’s really difficult to have to listen to. Like yesterday.