'Love great blues guitar work! Everything from super mellow, slow and soulful acoustic blues to the total guitar shredding work of players like Stevie Ray, Eric Clapton, Joe Bonamassa and so many others. Oh yeah, early Fleetwood Mac was pretty much exclusively blues, and I still have a couple of their albums from that period (also a couple from Eric, one with The Yardbirds (Having a Rave Up) & another from Cream (Fresh Cream)), remember... the old, "real" albums you actually can shatter if you hit 'em on something! Yep, been there, done that, unfortunately. ;-) I thought Fleetwood Mac lost a little something when it seemed they were going for a more "pop" sound, but after a buddy gifted me a couple of excellent, very close, middle of the venue seats, I pretty much changed my mind. Whoa -- Lindsey Buckingham turned out to be a technically proficient, creative and quite good lead guitarist, and his vocals weren't at all bad, either! New singer Stevie Nicks had a great stage presence and an unusual, unique voice and everything, but singers that also play (like Christine -- something requiring a bit more skill than the tambourine Ms, Nicks often picked up) impress me far more. Once I decided to give the new band an honest chance, I was impressed.
Some of the very first concerts I attended were blues shows. 'Saw John Lee Hooker underage at the Cellar Door in Georgetown (D.C.) way back in the day, sitting at a table no more than maybe ten feet directly in front of where he chose to sit! Naturally, I BADLY embarrassed myself while he was performing. He was doin' some obviously pretty heavy and very emotionally-loaded song (lyrics along the lines of "nobody loves me but my dear sweet Momma and she could be jivin' too*") and when I noticed a tear on his cheek, I was really moved, enough that I stupidly and much too loudly blurted right out loud something along the lines of "There's a tear running down his face! That man has the BLUES!!!!!"). I wasn't trying to be a smart-alec or anything, it just kinda came up out of nowhere before I even realized it. Much of the joint (The Cellar Door was a fairly small venue) immediately erupted in laughter, but not John Lee: when his genuine, previously sad façade turned into a fairly sharp stink-eye directed RIGHT at me, I was mortified! I felt no more than about two inches tall, and my friends told me I flushed to a practically purple hue. Man oh man... I'm lucky I survived my youth. ;-)
* thanks to B.B. King for the borrowed, paraphrased and emotionally-loaded lyrics