Wait a minute baby
Stay with me awhile
Said you’d give me light
But you never told me about the fire
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it’s gone
It doesn’t matter what for
When you build your house
Then call me home
by Fleetwood Mac
I’m sure you’ve heard the term, The soundtrack of my life. What does that mean to you? Is it a collection of your favorite songs, a genre of music, songs with lyrics you connect with? For me it’s all the above.
I think we are born with our own music playing softly in the background of our minds. Its there with us every moment of every day, whispering to us in a way only we can understand. As children you may hear it and start humming an unknown song, maybe making up words to go with it. Where does it come from?
How are some people so adept at taking something in their minds and bringing it to life for the rest of us? Putting together something so moving that it can bring thousands to tears just by listening? Drive a crowd into a frenzy to the point of a riot? Whisk you to sleep after a long day? It’s a talent I think we all have to some degree, but a chosen few just seem to put it all together.
When I try to compile in my head the singers or groups that move me the most, a short list always pops up. The Doobie Brothers, The Beatles, Electric Light Orchestra, Collective Soul, Depeche Mode, Enya, INXS, Kiss, Pink Floyd, The Police, The Moody Blues, Queen, REO Speedwagon, Rush and a few more. But there’s one group that stands out to me, and that’s Fleetwood Mac.
I first heard them when I was just 9 or 10. I remember thinking how much I liked Stevie Nicks voice. It was magical. I didn’t really understand the lyrics, I just liked their songs. They went out of style for me during my dark years. Groups like AC/DC and Metallica dominated my listening for many years. Back then I would get very high on drugs, put on headphones, and slip into a kind of altered state. Not quite asleep, not really awake. I’ve lost entire afternoons that way, I think I actually blacked out. Bad time of my life.
Now I’ve come full circle. No more drug use, and Fleetwood Mac is back to the forefront of my musical tastes. I never tire of the melodious sound of the guitar in Never Going Back Again, the incredible harmony of Everywhere, or the classic Gold Dust Woman. But the song Sara takes me to the same place I used to go to, but it does it without the drugs. If I close my eyes, I’m transported to a place away from the daily grind, all the stress and drama just goes away, at least for awhile. Even all these years later, it still gives me chills every time I hear it. See if it works for you.