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Lindsey is an amazing athlete and is very careful about what she eats so I can definitely confirm that she loves having fish or chicken, she loves asparagus and a complex carb like brown rice. Fleetwood Mac All about Fleetwood Mac. 1990s 2000s 2010s 2017 2018 an evening with fleetwood mac Anonymous B&W candid Christine McVie fleetwood mac fly art gif John McVie lindsey buckingham live Mick Fleetwood my scan nicks history non art pa photoshoot please. Richard Dashut posted a picture on Twitter of Stevie and Robin.

LAS VEGAS, NV – SEPTEMBER 21: (L-R) John McVie, Christine McVie, Stevie Nicks, Neil Finn, Mick Fleetwood, and Mike Campbell of Fleetwood Mac perform onstage during the 2018 iHeartRadio Music Festival at T-Mobile Arena on September 21, 2018 in Las Vegas, Nevada. (Photo by Kevin Winter/Getty Images for iHeartMedia) Conflict and change are ideas that have driven Fleetwood Mac since their earliest days. While the band, who has sold in excess of 100 million records, certainly experienced their greatest commercial success following the addition of members Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks in 1975, the group itself actually formed in the late 60s as a British blues quartet which would bear virtually no resemblance to the group that churned out pop hits like “Little Lies” during the 80s en route to enshrinement in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Beginning in 1967, the group featured founder Peter Green on guitar, Mick Fleetwood on drums, Jeremy Spencer on guitar and John McVie on bass.

Over the course of the next seven years, artists like Christine McVie, Danny Kirwan, Bob Welch and Bob Weston would come and go as Green and Spencer departed. 1975 began with the addition of Buckingham and Nicks, then an off and on item, and Lindsey would take his first sabbatical in 1987. Christine and John McVie married and divorced and Christine left the band multiple times, rejoining most recently in 2014. All of which is to say that maybe it shouldn’t have come as quite the shock it did when Lindsey Buckingham, departed Fleetwood Mac again earlier this year. While that departure has riled up fans looking to place blame, what matters as the band embarks upon a North American tour is that Mick Fleetwood made perfect picks to replace him.

LAS VEGAS, NV – SEPTEMBER 21: Mike Campbell of Fleetwood Mac performs onstage during the 2018 iHeartRadio Music Festival at T-Mobile Arena on September 21, 2018 in Las Vegas, Nevada. (Photo by Kevin Winter/Getty Images for iHeartMedia) As Tom Petty’s erstwhile sideman through projects like Mudcrutch and The Heartbreakers since 1971, Mike Campbell became one of rock’s most underrated guitar players. Always able to make a song better, Campbell rarely looks to steal the spotlight with a flashy solo (though, as he showed on stage last night in Chicago, he’s more than capable of doing that too). New Zealand born singer and songwriter Neil Finn fronted rockers Split Enz in the late 70s and early 80s before moving on to even greater success as the voice of new wave rockers Crowded House in 1985. “Welcome, Chicago!” said Stevie Nicks to open the show. “Here we are for our second show in one of my very favorite cities!” Fleetwood Mac performed as a twelve-piece act Saturday night in Chicago with Mick Fleetwood, John and Christine McVie, Stevie Nicks, Mike Campbell and Neil Finn augmented by additional guitar and keyboard players, a second percussionist and three background vocalists. The group’s stage on this tour is very simple, free of the technological trappings that accompany most arena rock shows, with the group performing in front of a single video screen.

From their 1977 classic Rumours, “The Chain” opened Saturday night’s show. As has generally been the case on recent Fleetwood Mac tours, their biggest album received the most focus, with seven tracks from it in the setlist so far on this tour. That performance put the spotlight on Neil Finn early, who nailed his solo on the track. He’d go on to provide stellar vocals and guitar throughout the evening. Finn is the flashier of the new additions. Now the youngest member of Fleetwood Mac at 60, he spun and bounced across the stage throughout the show. Mike Campbell, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content to hide in the shadows despite the stature and quality of his lead guitar playing.

LAS VEGAS, NV – SEPTEMBER 21: Neil Finn of Fleetwood Mac performs onstage during the 2018 iHeartRadio Music Festival at T-Mobile Arena on September 21, 2018 in Las Vegas, Nevada. (Photo by Kevin Winter/Getty Images for iHeartMedia) “Many, many years ago I heard this song and it opened a lot of doors in my own heart,” said Mick Fleetwood, introducing an acoustic cover of Crowded House’s biggest hit “Don’t Dream It’s Over.” “It’s unbelievably fitting,” he continued referencing Finn’s new place in the band as Stevie Nicks joined him on vocals, singing one verse of the 1986 hit. The group went out of its way to introduce their new members, putting a Fleetwood Mac spin on “I Got You” by Split Enz early and the Tom Petty classic “Free Fallin” later. Nicks once again took on the vocal of her longtime friend and collaborator and Campbell’s familiar strumming of the Rickenbacker on it was a comforting reminder of his past. “During this set, we’re going to pay respect to our history,” said Nicks Saturday on stage at Chicago’s United Center. “We have reached back in the history of Fleetwood Mac which is really exciting because it’s a whole different thing,” she continued, referencing the group’s often overlooked roots in the U.K.

Blues tradition. Aside from the absence of Lindsey Buckingham, the most stunning part of the current tour is the desire the group has to dig into their vast catalog for tracks that predate the involvement of Nicks and even Christine McVie. “Listen, I’m personally really happy to be here with this band,” said Campbell. “This song is written by Peter Green. LAS VEGAS, NV – SEPTEMBER 21: (L-R) Christine McVie, Stevie Nicks, and Mick Fleetwood of Fleetwood Mac perform onstage during the 2018 iHeartRadio Music Festival at T-Mobile Arena on September 21, 2018 in Las Vegas, Nevada.

(Photo by Kevin Mazur/Getty Images for iHeartMedia) Despite his absence, the group made no effort to shy away from Fleetwood Mac fare that’s closely associated with Lindsey Buckingham. Finn handled the lead vocal capably on “Second Hand News” early in the set, teaming up with Campbell later for the guitar heroics that characterize “Go Your Own Way.” These are polarizing times for Fleetwood Mac fans, as evidenced by fan reaction on social media to Lindsey’s departure, the current tour and newly updated setlist. On one hand, fans who approach the group nostalgically miss the guitarist, while others are happy for a fresh take on vital songs the group ignored for decades. One thing that can’t be argued is that the addition of Campbell and Finn seem to have injected new life into Fleetwood Mac. While it remains to be seen if that carries over to the studio, fans who can approach this lineup with an open mind will be vastly rewarded in the live concert setting. While it’s strange to see Fleetwood Mac covering, say, Crowded House, it’s rewarding to see a band willing to shake things up and try something different this far in, even if that means ignoring the nostalgia for a change.

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Women in this world are taught to believe that every problem must have a buyable solution. Not sleeping well? Get a lavender-vanilla pillow spray. Overrun with stress? Buy a skin-care routine. The market is rife with solace for sale — a product on offer for anything that ails. This past year, our own systemic subjugation was no exception.

With a former beauty-pageant owner in the White House, Clinton in Chappaqua and high-profile men being exposed for their crimes, feminism reached its most shoppable form: pink pussy hats, enamel pins of vulvae, shirts that proclaimed “The Future Is Female.” These trinkets and tchotchkes brought comfort to their owners, but as a political response, they felt comically feeble. In a culture that tolerates violence against women, denies our health- and child-care needs and polices our sexual conduct and bodies, why would empowerment ever look cute?

Cardi B’s “Bodak Yellow” arrived as a valuable 3 minutes 44 seconds of frankness in a year of feminist pandering. The song debuted on June 16 and climbed the charts until it reached the top, spending three weeks at No.

It opens with a sparse and foreboding beat — the trap-music answer to the “Twilight Zone” theme. Cardi begins with an outright provocation: “Lil expletive, you can’t expletive with me if you wanted to.” Her tone is confident in a way that feels easy.

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To paraphrase one commenter on YouTube: It’s a song that will make you want to fire your own boss. Credit Video by Ryan McGinley for The New York Times Cardi B, 25, grew up in the Bronx and worked her way to independence as a stripper. She first appeared in the public eye when she started posting charismatic videos on Instagram: infinitely watchable micromonologues on everything from dating, love, family and friends to media, terrorism, grammar, orthodontics and the finer points of three kinds of oral sex. As a public figure, her image is capacious, a mix of the bawdy antics of Fran Drescher and the quotable wisdom of Ecclesiastes.

Cardi embodied these contradictions with ease, while other stars floundered. With public declarations of empowerment in fashion, many defaulted to a vapid middle ground, positioning themselves as generically “relatable” (Jennifer Lawrence) or taking a stand for wan concepts like love (Kendall Jenner). Ryan McGinley for The New York Times Compare “Bodak Yellow” with Rachel Platten’s “Fight Song” — the soundtrack to Hillary Clinton’s campaign. Over swelling piano, Platten strings together blithe imagery about hearts, voices, friends and oceans. By avoiding precision, she tries to please us all.

When she gets to the chorus, she belts out: “This is my fight song/Take-back-my-life song/Prove-I’m-alright song/My power’s turned on/Starting right now I’ll be strong.” Is it a song about a breakup? About asking for a raise? About electing a woman president, or all of the above? Who could say?

The hook is perfectly pitched for group singing, but Platten seems afraid to offend. What kind of anthem runs on nervous trepidation?

In “Fight Song,” empowerment is just another pursuit in which women must bend over backward for approval. Cardi B, by contrast, does not speak on behalf of womankind. On “Bodak Yellow,” she talks about herself and herself only: her Louboutins, her mixtapes, her checks from the television mogul Mona Scott-Young. (Between dancing and rapping, Cardi honed her persona on Scott-Young’s VH1 reality show, “Love & Hip Hop.”) “I’m a boss, you a worker,” Cardi raps. When she deigns to think of other women at all, it’s only to write them off as a nonissue: Other women pay to party, while she gets paid to party. These sentiments are far from Platten’s brand of rising-tide empowerment; here, Cardi has the only ship. If the song does not toe any feminist party line, then it certainly empowers more than many things that do.

Nobody listens to “Bodak Yellow” and imagines herself as the girl who pays to party. From the beginning, rap has performed this kind of alchemy, turning systemic disadvantage into power. In “Bodak Yellow,” just one person emerges victorious: Cardi B. And like the best writers, she conjures this power from specificity and verisimilitude. Anyone who follows Cardi online can vouch that the contents of the song are largely true: She used to dance for money but no longer does; at one point she did, in fact, “fix her teeth.” And they know that her persona was constant from the start — always silly, always angry, always sexy, always smart, always fed up, petty or exhausted. If her brand of bravado feels distinctly female, then it’s only from doing what rappers have always done — starting from a place of truth.

Female rappers have done this before, but never for an audience so desperate to be spoken to directly. “Bodak Yellow” does not seem to care whether you think it’s an anthem. In a world where women reflexively say “sorry” for walking past other women in the hall, Cardi knows that the truest act of power is exercising the right to remain silent. “If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t expletive with you,” she raps.

Other anthems aim to please; Cardi’s conjures a world in which women don’t need to please anyone at all. During the 2017 Grammy Awards telecast, Katy Perry performed a single from her first new album in four years, called “Chained to the Rhythm.” Built around the bright slosh of resort reggae, it was as much a frozen daiquiri as a song. Wearing a white tuxedo-with-bustier number and a shaggy blond bob, Perry sang lines like “So comfortable, we’re living in a bubble, bubble” and “We think we’re free,” yet “we’re all chained to the rhythm.” On her right sleeve was a spangled band that read “resist” — a tribute to the inaugural Women’s March, which had just taken place. The picket fence she stood behind came straight from the song and sat on a cantilevered stage that revealed Skip Marley, one of Bob’s grandkids.

He rapped while she did jumps and thrusts. When it was all over, they stood together, their arms up in solidarity, before a projection of the words “We the People.” Perry was, as they say, in a mood. Her candidate had just lost the presidency, and she wanted us to know she was bewildered and mad as hell. Only she didn’t sound mad. She sounded like Katy Perry — mad sunny, hella happy.

But she was trying — trying to emote for the country, trying to indict our complacency, trying to matter. Perry kept trying. In anticipation of the June release of her fifth album, “Witness,” Perry embarked on a daffy foray into stunt therapy, an awkward conflation of self-interrogation and self-indulgence. She spent a long weekend mansion-bound and live-streamed, repositioning herself as emerging from a state of cluelessness.

Do I appropriate when I dress like a geisha or wear cornrows? And, like, what do I do with that? In a comical chat with the Black Lives Matter activist and podcaster DeRay Mckesson, she sat on a white couch in a heavenly white space whose mailing address might as well as have been “the Cloud.” Her legs crossed, her heart open, she confessed that the long, fraught history of black grooming was news to her. A friend had to set her straight.

“She told me about the power in black women’s hair, and how beautiful it is, and the struggle,” Perry said. “And I listened, and I heard, and I didn’t know.” That admission echoes the conflicted silliness of “Chained to the Rhythm.” The song both works and works against itself. That kiddie-pool Caribbean sound evokes 1980s radio without overtly invoking any of it. The pinballing, steel-drum-ish twinkle arrives just faintly enough that it seems to be coming through a blown speaker, perfect for Perry’s singing to surf it until the chorus. This is a low-calorie version of the island life that pop has been touring for decades, which is clever, because it obliquely winks at what the song is too meek to look at head on — the way some white artists and listeners love black culture without necessarily seeing black people, their politics or their pain.

That, of course, nudges the song’s chain imagery — and the way it evokes Grace Jones’s 1985 hit “Slave to the Rhythm” — into tone-deafness. It doesn’t bring to mind white complacency as much as actual black bondage, a clumsy move that is its own kind of complacency.

The live-streamed therapy, the plea of ignorance, the delight of the actual song — they all land near the center of the Katy Perry vexation matrix. Perry might be the most naturally likable pop star we have. Who else has her ungovernable goofiness? Her greatest songs are called “Teenage Dream” and “Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)” and “Firework.” Some of her very good songs are called “Birthday” and “This Is How We Do.” Once, at the 2015 Super Bowl halftime show, she managed to both resurrect Missy Elliott and make a star of a dancing shark. Some singers are acrobatic. Katy Perry is aerobic.

Nobody this good at plastic flowers should be this bad at thorns. That conversation with Mckesson was meant to exonerate her of obliviousness. But if that’s true, why do the pleading from a spa? She was discussing her wish to better understand her place in the world without any proof that she has actually understood. What it sounds like Perry wanted was for other people to do her work for her. If nonwhite people don’t show her where the racial guardrails are, how can the accident report blame her?

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Maybe that’s somebody trying to be a better ally, but it also sounds a lot like somebody asking for a chauffeur. ♦ Wesley Morris is a staff writer for the magazine, a critic at large for The Times and co-host of the podcast “Still Processing.” Opening photograph: Lester Cohen/Getty Images. The first time I heard the most interesting newish band in the English-speaking world was at a sort of music-video party in North Carolina. I don’t know how to describe it, really. My friend who ran it, Grayballz (the only name by which I’ve ever known him), who is a kind of impresario and community organizer and actor in commercials and purveyor of herb, put it together for a film festival. He likes videos, music videos like we used to watch on MTV and still can on YouTube.

Grayballz thinks the form is alive and underappreciated. In a big room there were about 20 fancy TV screens. It was dark in the room, with strange purple laser lighting. I think there was fog involved. What I remember clearly, though, is one of the videos Grayballz had chosen. I saw it without knowing the name of the band or anything about them, not what country they were from, nothing. The video showed a kid who looked either European or Southern Ohioan.

He was wearing a tracksuit and had a sort of severe thuggish haircut, bangs chopped straight across his forehead. He was bleeding from part of his face, as if he’d fallen or been cut in a fight. Just running down a road. At a certain point he stopped and performed a remarkable improvised-looking dance. But the music is the reason.