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iving in Nashville and working at a venue, I’ve gotten to see a lot of my bucket list bands. Three nights of Jason Isbell: check. Chris Carrabba opening for my new favorite singer-songwriter in a 200-person room: check. I could go on and on about how lucky I am. But over the weekend I made kind of a last minute decision and headed back to my old venue in Charlottesville to see my ultimate bucket list band: Fleetwood Mac. I’ve never seen them and had resigned myself to accept that I wouldn’t ever see them – tickets are expensive, and I didn’t really want to see them without Christine. So I decided to try to catch them in the venue that really helped me grow up (and where I have such great memories of listening to Rumours during some pretty stressful things going on.) Plus getting to surprise my old staff, eat Bodo’s Bagels, and see my best friend didn’t hurt either, and I made an 8 hour drive on Saturday and was almost jumping out of my body with excitement.
Chrstine sounded amazing, and Stevie is of course a queen. Lindsey Buckingham is a god, I really had no idea just how good he would be. And watching Mick play drums – I just wish I had half the passion for something that he does for those drums. They sounded tight and played for about three hours. I danced, I cried, I sang my heart out, and posted way too many Snapchat videos.
I had such a great time at the show that I’m considering dropping coin to see Fleetwood Mac play in Nashville later this week. Now if only I can time travel to 1966 to catch the Beach Boys on the Pet Sounds tour to check another off the list…