Films for the Songs.

I just watched the official video to the song Little Lies from Fleetwood Mac’s album Tango in the Night. To be more accurate, I managed about 90 seconds before I threw it out for the gulls to eat. It isn’t fit for human consumption.

For a start, the dream boy looks like a wannabee yuppie who hasn’t made it off the ground floor yet. And then there’s a shot of Christine McVie sitting in a field and accompanying herself on the piano – only her fingers aren’t moving. And it’s set in a landscape of barns in Minnesota or somewhere. God alone knows what barns in Minnesota have to do with anything.

Which is a pity, you know? This song was a favourite of mine back in the day, and I hate to see it compromised by a film maker who’s being paid lots of money just to show us that he has no idea what the song is about.

Eventually I found the version with only the album cover to delight the eye. It’s a nice picture. See below.

Still, soon be Christmas, and then we can delight again in all those Christmas Songs from Down the Years. Oh joy!

There’ll be smart young things throwing cotton wool snowballs at each other, shameless women frolicking in fur-trimmed red bikinis, Dachshunds wearing cardboard antlers, and – hopefully – Shane McGowan looking like a leprechaun who headbutted the hardest stone in the fairy ring. And Kirsty MacColl. Hopefully.

Anyway, here’s Little Lies accompanied by no yuppies, women with frozen fingers, or barns in Minnesota. Just a nice picture.