“It was a bloody nightmare”: The era that almost killed Mick Fleetwood
The lights starting to fade.
No album to do it justice.
Not the most pleasant studio time.
The scribes of Broadway.
The right movie at the wrong time.
Eternally absent from the setlist.
The fabricated version of excess.
Everything becoming completely erased.
Everything you’re looking for.
A movie on the verge of collapse.