I just found out this morning that Bob Welch, former member of Fleetwood Mac, died in Nashville yesterday, of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound. He was 65 years old.
From the article:
In an interview with The Tennessean in 2003, Mr. Welch said he never dreamed he’d be remembered for much.
“I just wanted to play guitar in a good band,” he said. “I wanted to make the music I love. I wanted to travel the world and have adventures.”
Mr. Welch also said “music is disposable now. It doesn’t have the emotional impact anymore. That’s sad.”
It is sad, because I think he's right about the state of music these days. I am so sorry for his family and friends.
There are more than a few "old rockers" who have come to live and work here. Maybe it's because things are a little slower, a little gentler, a little more genuine. Maybe when you grow older and your outside changes, living in a place where your talent is respected is a little better for your soul. I'm sure the music community is in mourning today.
I must have worn out the album French Kiss when I was in high school. I hadn't listened to this song in a very long time. It's still lovely and still has one hell of an emotional impact on me.