Poem: The Continuing Saga of Loving Fleetwood Mac

Some nights, listening to Fleetwood Mac is all I want to do and almost enough – why bother with any other music. They were a blues band and a musical soap-opera too,

a stadium monolith, all those songs they sing at one another as much as at any audience – and then there’s the ‘lost years’, the band kept changing, the curse was to be its guitarist…

one wen…