Friday Night Vinyl (Part 2)

Okay, one can only take so much sad, broken heart and broken home music so I’m forgoing some of the other Goodwill Hunting albums for the time being and putting on something a little more, umm, lively.

To that point, I’m selecting something that’s been in our “To get to..” pile by the turntable for a while now, the ‘Tango In the Night‘  album by Fleetwood Mac.


Artistically and commercially, the Stevie Nicks/Lindsey Buckingham/Mick Fleetwood/Christine and John McVie edition of Fleetwood Mac had been on a roll for over a decade when this album was released in early 1987.  This would, unfortunately, be Buckingham’s last album with the pop/rock supergroup – and he definitely ended his association with the band on a creative high note.

However, this “high note” took almost 18 months in the making.

No shit.

Serving as the album’s main producer, Buckingham gives an edgy quality to everything from the haunting ‘Isn’t It Midnight‘  to the poetic ‘Seven Wonders’  to ‘Everywhere‘  to the ever-catchy ‘Little Lies‘.  Though Buckingham doesn’t over-produce, his thoughtful use of synthesizers is a major asset.  Without question, ‘Family Man‘  and ‘Caroline‘  are among the best songs ever written by Buckingham, who consistently brings out the best in his colleagues on this superb album.

Oh, and it has a bird on the cover which will make HRH  happy as well.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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