It's Sunday so maybe it's time to take a brief rest from politics. Dave Bernstein over at Volokh Conspiracy does Sunday song lyrics while, locally, we often get Saturday evening performances from Michael Mathias and others.
Being an old guy, I think I'll blog on old rock bands. I start with the latter day Fleetwood Mac. They were sort of made for the 70s. The members of the band had, at one time or the other, paired off romantically in just about every binary heterosexual combination imaginable. Their body of work was uneven. When they drew on the original Fleetwood Mac (a very different 60s blues band that spun off from John Mayall's Bluesbreakers and was fronted by Peter Green and included Mick Fleetwood and, eventually, John and Christine McVie), they could be quite good, but they also tended to schmaltz.
The band had three front persons but, ultimately, it was always about Stevie who wrote the most interesting songs and whose over the top gypsy witch persona was the most entertaining (although I think I sort of liked Christine McVie, the English keyboard player, on sort of Ginger/Mary Ann grounds). I offer, for your Sunday edification, a live version of "Sisters of the Moon", one of the better, if not so well known, Mac songs. It's also a great Me Decade song, being largely a lament by Stevie over how hard it is to be her. Note the rather large hair (this was actually filmed in the early 80s) and singing in tongues at the end.