{"id":5581,"date":"2012-06-08T16:27:34","date_gmt":"2012-06-09T00:27:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/?p=5581"},"modified":"2012-06-08T16:27:34","modified_gmt":"2012-06-09T00:27:34","slug":"bob-welch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/2012\/06\/08\/bob-welch\/","title":{"rendered":"Bob Welch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I don&#8217;t know what happens when people die<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Can&#8217;t seem to grasp it as hard as I try<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&quot;For A Dancer&quot;<br \/>Jackson Browne<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d just been thinking that I hadn&#8217;t heard from Bob in a while&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re fans. And when we hear from celebrities, the objects of our affection, we get a little thrill inside, especially when they&#8217;re artists, who unlike so many today aren&#8217;t famous for nothing, but are known because of talent, because of works they seemed to have concocted out of thin air. So when I got e-mail from Bob Welch, my heart was set a-flutter. It&#8217;s a long way from Fairfield, Connecticut to the Rolling Stones Mobile they used to cut some of the Fleetwood Mac records he was involved in.<\/p>\n<p>I know, I know, Bob went on to have solo success thereafter. But Bob was the glue that keep Fleetwood Mac together. The bridge between their old manager putting a fake band on the road and the ultimate merger with Buckingham Nicks that resulted in superstardom. The fact that they wouldn&#8217;t let him be a part of their Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction is heinous, just petty. But if you think rock stars are gracious, you just haven&#8217;t hung with enough of them. It&#8217;s so hard to make it, they&#8217;re always fearful of being misperceived, being brought down a notch, being replaced by someone younger and of the moment. But what does the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame mean anyway&#8230; We&#8217;ve all got our personal Halls of Fame. From playing those records. And listening back then was a solitary experience. It wasn&#8217;t about bumping asses and going to the club, but having your soul saved in your bedroom, as the glorious sound emanated from your speakers&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>My favorite from the Welch era Fleetwood Mac is &quot;Heroes Are Hard To Find&quot;&#8230; An exuberant romp that never ceased to put a smile on my face and make me feel like my life was worth living. And, of course, there was &quot;Hypnotized&quot;&#8230; Which hearkened back to the band&#8217;s blues roots, its heyday with Peter Green. Bob wrote that. And I&#8217;d be remiss if I didn&#8217;t mention &quot;Sentimental Lady&quot;, which went almost unnoticed on &quot;Bare Trees&quot; and became a hit when covered faithfully by Bob himself, after he&#8217;d left the band, after his compatriots had their success. A great song can languish without the right presentation, especially back then, when radio airplay was everything.<\/p>\n<p>And Bob had his solo success and&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s the nature of music. Except for a very few, your time comes, and then it goes. And even those few, even McCartney and Elton&#8230;are imprisoned by their past, most people don&#8217;t want to hear their new music. But oh what a glorious past it is, it&#8217;s our history, the fabric of our identity, evoking more emotion and truth than any photograph or videotape.<br \/><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">A woman I knew just drowned herself<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The well was deep and muddy<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">She was just shaking off futility<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Or punishing somebody<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">My friends were calling up all day yesterday<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">All emotions and abstractions<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">It seems we all live so close to that line<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\" \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">and so far from satisfaction<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&quot;Song For Sharon&quot;<br \/>Joni Mitchell<\/p>\n<p>When &quot;Song For Sharon&quot; came out, I was closer to that line than satisfaction. Joni&#8217;s music helped me hang in there, until the worm turned and I ended up in my first serious relationship. But that&#8217;s the nature of the human condition. We bounce from exhilaration to despair and it&#8217;s a wild ride and some of us can&#8217;t hang on, we&#8217;re thrown from the roller coaster.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know what caused Bob Welch to take his life. There was a note, it might explain it. And despite knowing nothing I&#8217;m pissed that we live in a country where everybody must be macho and buck up and internalize and cope with their own problems. You&#8217;ve got to be able to ask for help and receive it. Without being described as weak. We&#8217;ve all been down that low. We&#8217;ve all needed a hand to lift us up. And too often, we need a professional hand. I have no idea if Bob had that available to him. But we all should. In a country that&#8217;s done a one eighty and is all about self-reliance, but even if you&#8217;re a famous rock star that&#8217;s sometimes hard to do. Jason Mraz had a number one yet still was on the verge of suicide.<\/p>\n<p>But that won&#8217;t change history. Bob&#8217;s gone.<\/p>\n<p>And I&#8217;m creeped out. Because it&#8217;s sad enough when someone goes. When they take their own life you wonder&#8230; Could you have helped? Am I capable of doing the same thing?<\/p>\n<p>We go to school and everybody cares about us, what we do. We graduate and instantly you&#8217;re on your own, nobody&#8217;s paying attention. What a crazy country we live in where people want to regulate bedroom activities but don&#8217;t want to spend a dime to help those in trouble.<\/p>\n<p>Not that I want to use this as a soapbox for my political beliefs, but the problem with suicide is it leaves so many questions. Which usually don&#8217;t ever get answered, they just slowly fade. Bob must have been in a lot of pain. But now we are too.<\/p>\n<blockquote style=\"margin-right: 0px;\" dir=\"ltr\">\n<div style=\"margin-left: 40px;\">From: Mike Lawson<br \/>Subject: Bob Welch<\/p>\n<p>Bob Welch was my best friend the past 22 years. He and Wendy threw the baby shower for my middle child Kelly 18 years ago. I can&#8217;t express how much I love this man and his wife Wendy. Why am I writing? Bob loved the Lefsetz Letter. He turned me on to you. We had countless calls on the heels of a newsletter from you, and he always was delighted when he saw you publish one of his replies. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s all over the news before we even got the blood cleaned up. 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