"I don't know if you've been to Paris, but this song was written in Paris in the midst of 1970, which was a bad year for just about everything," Bob Welch said into the microphone, breaking up a dreamy instrumental passage of Fleetwood Mac's "Future Games." The band was playing a set for radio broadcast at the Record Plant in Sausalito, and Welch was looking through the glass of the booth at his former bandmate Bob "Boob" Weston, who'd been relieved of guitar . . .
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