“We lost another good one today,” was the text I received from my pal, Tony, whom I met during my time in a 9-ball pool league. Tony and I are contemporaries, born in the same era, loving the same music, and generally dealing with the same variety of heartbreak, despite our different backgrounds.
If you have not yet heard, Christine McVie, amazing keyboardist, songwriter and sometimes vocalist for Fleetwood Mac, passed away today at the age of 79.
My husband, Les, and I had the great fortune to see Fleetwood Mac perform in early 2019, with all the expected characters (except Lindsay Buckingham, because there’s always one in every family, right?) and it was seriously one of the best concerts I have experienced, ever. I’ve been to a lot, being a former disc jockey and all.
I remember how my grandmother would lament the passing of bygone-era stars, and now I understand what it means to lose someone whose work has meant so much to you. I guess I’m getting old, but as recently as that show we saw in Charlotte, N.C., Christine McVie didn’t seem to be a fading star.
And this is life, isn’t it? Her music touched my life, and perhaps yours as well. May she Rest In Peace.
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