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Time, Where Did You Go?: Lindsey Buckingham 29 Years Later

For college students, it is both a blessing and a curse that they have an unripe imagination for reasons not to do something. 29 years ago, a friend and I took a midweek break from our first year at UVa to drive from Charlottesville to Washington, DC for a Lindsey Buckingham show. The next night, we drove to New York City for a Lindsey Buckingham show. Back-to-back concerts hundreds of miles away. Missed classes. All for the same show.

This adventure lurked on my mind tonight when, for the first time since then, I attended a Lindsey Buckingham show, this time right here in Charlottesville. Back in 1993, from the perspective of an eighteen year old, Buckingham — or “Lindsey” as my friends and I would call him — seemed ancient. I didn’t know Lindsey’s exact age at the time (he was 43), but I remember thinking it was like a retirement tour for him. He was “old.” Like the Rolling Stones. And my Dad.

The span of three decades between concerts, and the realization that I am older now than Lindsey was then, had me pondering questions that haunt us as we age. Where had the time gone? What had I done with it? What had I learned?

Even if I could have seen the future, the specifics of my life today would have seemed foreign to that eighteen year old boy. I had not yet met my wife, nor many of the people I now consider close friends. I had never heard of any of the businesses that would one day employ me. And, the world wide web barely existed, let alone this website, and, in any event, I surely could not name 29 Charlottesville restaurants.

One of the few common threads between my life then and now is Charlottesville. Even that thread is thin, though, as, after growing up in Connecticut, I barely saw the city during college. The only time I would venture from UVa my first year would be to go to Trax on Tuesday nights because that’s the day people would ask: “Are you going to Dave?”. I had no idea the city where I had just begun college would become my forever home.

Then there was my traveling companion tonight. Twelve years old, a child of my marriage. Along with his sister and mother, he is the world to me. And yet, born sixteen years after that first Lindsey show, my son is now approaching the age I was then. What would his next 29 years bring? Will I be around to find out?

It seems I was not the only one at tonight’s show ruminating about the passage of time. In interviews about his tour, Lindsey has said there is not much meaning behind his setlist. But, his song choices sure suggest some common themes at this stage of his life.

In the opener Not Too Late, Lindsey lamented:

I’m not a young man but I’m a child in my soul
I feel there’s room for a man who is whole
And there’s a need for songs that are sung
For chances not taken, for deeds not yet done

What am I doing anyway
Telling myself it’s not too late

He then wound through nineteen songs, drawing from both his solo career and tenure with Fleetwood Mac, showing no effects of emergency heart surgery that threatened his career just three years ago. Two standouts – Soul Drifter and Doing What I Can – came from Out of the Cradle, his 1992 album that was then the soundtrack of my life. And the rest were a reminder of how much his music has meant to my three decades of living since. It is deeply meaningful to Lindsey when his music appeals across generations, and so he might be thrilled to learn how much my son enjoyed the show.

His songs displayed how Lindsey has evolved with time, and how he, like me, is wrestling with its passage. Lindsey is known for being nakedly personal in his song-writing, sometimes even to the chagrin of his subjects. Much of the music from the early days of Fleetwood Mac evoked the emotional turmoil of the band members’ relationships. And while one of the songs he performed from his new self-titled album was overtly about those relationships – On the Wrong Side – the rest of his new material signaled that he has moved on, drawing on both the wisdom and sorrow of aging.

Compared to kiss-off classics of his twenties like Go Your Own Way and Second Hand News (“I ain’t gonna miss you when you go”), his new song I Don’t Mind took a more mature perspective on the work of relationships. “Over time, two people inevitably find the need to augment their initial dynamic with one of flexibility, an acceptance of each others’ flaws, and a willingness to continually work on issues,” said Lindsey of the song. “It is the essence of a good long-term relationship.”

And then, as if to remove any doubt about what’s weighing on Lindsey, came the encore – the only cover of the night, and the song he has chosen to close every show on his tour. “In recent years, this song has taken on a bit more of a visceral kind of feel,” Lindsey introduced it. Pozo-Seco Singers’ Time:

Some people never get
Some never give
Some people never die
And some never live

.  .  . 

Time, oh time
Where do you go?
Time, oh good, good time
Where did you go?

 

Love for Lily: Honoring Josh Zanoff’s Life

Not everyone may have known the name Josh Zanoff. He quietly – often invisibly – enhanced restaurant experiences all over Charlottesville for the last two decades. But, he was well known and loved by those within the industry, who will dearly miss him. While his loss will be felt by many, the biggest hole is left in the heart of his daughter Lily, who was the world to him. True to form, the industry is rallying to support Lily in Josh’s absence. Please consider giving what you can here: Love for Lily.

For a man with a heart as big as Josh’s, it seems cruel that he would lose his life to heart failure. Among the many mourning Josh’s sudden passing are Belle chef John Shanesy, who shared reflections on Josh’s example as a leader, which may resonate with many. Shanesy:

My Last Boss
A restaurant industry perspective.

Easy targets for line cook jibber jabber, smack talking and the obligatory “oh f*ck that guy,” our bosses take all forms in this industry, from all sorts of backgrounds and social classes. After the long climb up the ladder over years and years of working diligently at each job the restaurant holds, you might even find yourself being a general manager or chef or bar manager. From my perspective over the years, there is no good recipe for the origin of a great leader – someone who can simultaneously have eyes on the front door while seating guests with grace and kindness, and also gabbing with the most beautifully creative sh*t talking line cooks and chefs.

“In the weeds” is what we say while busier than we can move at a graceful steady pace. It feels a lot like at any moment catastrophe will ensue, someone will quit on the spot, and the kitchen gets so backed up that guests begin to take notice. Well we – the cooks, managers and owners who truly care and pour ourselves into this business – notice long before the guests do. And when we do notice, it takes a special person, often two or three, to hold the whole thing together.

My dear friend Josh Zanoff was one of those people. He had the ability and heart to make everyone feel that the ship wasn’t rocking, the 35 foot proverbial waves didn’t mean a thing, and we were doing exactly how we needed to be. He eased our fragile minds with the constant introspective of asking “is this good enough?” twenty times a day. I ask myself this every time I make anything at Belle. And every time, I think about him. He was truly my one great work role model. We worked together at multiple restaurants under the Ten Course umbrella, and if you’ve ever seen the World War II masterpiece Band of Brothers, you could very easily compare Josh to that of Dick Winters. A man a bit older than everyone around him but with an innate ability for gaining automatic trust from a willingness to do every job and do it exactly right.

Those qualities are very rare to combine into a restaurant manager, and he had them in spades. His restaurant legacy includes dozens of great cooks, front of house staff, and bartenders who serve this community day in and day out, dinner after dinner. So, without this man our gracious and tight knit family of restaurant brethren would be a lot less inspired and undoubtedly a lot less happy to be here. I know that without his complete belief in me, him always being the first to have my back but also give me the necessary “shut the f*ck up, chef” when I needed it, my place at Belle wouldn’t exist, and neither would a half dozen other wonderful restaurants in this city we love so dearly. We loved you dearly and we will miss you greatly.