Permit Approved: Now You Can Rent Mick's Home

[michelej1]

Maui News Now

http://www.hawaiinewsnow.com/story/3...-rental-permit

Fleetwood Mac drummer approved for short-term rental permit
Posted: Dec 10, 2015 6:38 AM PST

WAILUKU, Hawaii (AP) - Mick Fleetwood has been approved for a permit to use a home on Maui as a short-term rental.

The Maui News reports the Fleetwood Mac co-founder plans to keep the cottage vacant for family members and rent out the four-bedroom house included on the 22,000-square-foot property. The permit for the cottage, where his mother lived until she died in January, was approved by commissioners Tuesday.

Fleetwood initially had his permit request deferred Sept. 22, when commissioners suggested he speak to neighbors who opposed his proposal.

Debbie Mitchell represented Fleetwood before the commission, arguing that Fleetwood was not trying to profit off the island. She said he "employs 150 to 200 people" on Maui and "sits on the board of the hospital."

[michelej1]

I know he has a restaurant, but how does he employ 150-200 people?

Michele

[michelej1]

[this is an older article I just saw]

Maui Magazine, May/June 2011

http://www.mauimagazine.net/Maui-Mag...ticle=0#artanc

Rock Meets Mountain
This Kula abode is where Mick Fleetwood unscrews up.

STORY BY PAUL WOOD | PHOTOGRAPHY BY TONY NOVAK-CLIFFORD

“We’re going to ‘the boys’ house,’” says the six-foot-six drummer, namesake and driving force of that rock-music turbulence famously known as Fleetwood Mac. We have rendezvoused at the Kula Lodge Restaurant, and Mick is devouring a hamburger, talking all the while. Upcountry fog has piled against the mountain, and the windows of the restaurant show nothing but opaque silver-gray. Then rain begins pounding. Mick has just driven his middle-aged BMW all the way from Napili, where he spent the day on the telephone talking with “somebody” about creating a reality TV show.

He’s imagining something “fun and entertaining—a rock-and-roll version of John Cleese; you know, Fawlty Towers.” But he worries about the risks involved with television exposure. “If you’ve built a mystique over thirty years, you can kiss your ass goodbye in one show.” He takes another chomp out of the burger.

At age almost 64, Mick has outgrown some of his customary shagginess, his beard now white and neatly trimmed, his long hair reduced by time to an unobtrusive pigtail. Is this hyperactive Brit finally ready to let go and vegetate by the sea?

“I can’t think of anything worse than not doing anything,” he says. (Chomp.) He talks about wanting to start a new Front Street club that will reincarnate the old Blue Max, a Lahaina nightspot that he and other drop-in rockers (Elton John, David Bowie . . .) used to frequent in the 1970s. Besides occasional reunion gigs with heyday band mates such as Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham, he leads a couple of on-again/ off-again bands—the Island Rumours Band with a raft of Maui all-stars, and the Grammy-nominated Mick Fleetwood Blues Band. He’s a two-fisted tom-tom pounder, one of those drummers who hold both sticks like wrecking hammers. But most rock drummers are content to go bang-bang in the background. Mick has always had the drive to put his drum kit in front of the band, to produce and conceive and lead, to get things done. There’s no way that the allure of Napili sunsets and mai tais would ever lull this guy into anything like relaxation.

As the rain pounds the mountainside and Mick demolishes the burger, he makes it clear that the Napili house is the actual domicile, where his wife and his ninety-four-year-old mother prefer to stay. West Maui’s plumeria-scented beaches seem to have brought out the fine-art photographer in Mick Fleetwood. His works hang in Célébrités Gallery, which is now located in Wailea. And yet—even though gallery owner Gerard Marti is sitting with us at Kula Lodge—Mick expresses a certain bewilderment at the “solo” nature of doing fine art. “When I play music, I work with a collage of people because I’m a percussionist. So when Gerard says that somebody likes my picture, I don’t understand that. I’m a team player.”

Gerard, a native Parisian whose cool poise salves the big drummer’s hyperactivity, says quietly, “It’s working, Mick. We sold another one yesterday.”

Then the rain eases, and the subject shifts again as fast as a drum roll. Let’s go. The Kula house, says Mick, is a “house that’s heading toward becoming a home. It’s been a music house for eight years.” He’s used it primarily to rehearse with his famous friends. We caravan up an obscure one-lane mountain road and turn onto an even more obscure gravel drive screened by mature cypress trees and fat-canopied jacarandas. We finagle the locked gate and spill into eleven acres of parkland sparkling with trees and downhill view-lines. Though the high, sprawling house is built of wood, not stone, the proportions and dimensions of the property feel very much like an English country manor waiting for visitors.

“We’re sort of camping out, as you can see,” says Mick as he pushes open the front door. The first sight is a broad expanse of gleaming hardwood floor and a drum set worthy of a hyperactive rock star with energy and ego big enough to recruit the entire USC Marching Band to perform the song “Tusk.” It’s a pearl-colored set with a half-dozen tom-toms, a pair of timbales, a swarm of the finest sounding Zildjian cymbals, a rack of chimes, and a bass drum the way rockers like it, with the front skin removed so that each foot stroke is a smack to the medulla oblongata. Elegantly wrought hand drums tilt here and there throughout the house amid framed black-and-white photos from old days (Mick and Stevie in the big-hair days, John Lennon . . .), game boards, comfy much-crushed furniture, Tiffany lamps, vintage vinyl, a thumb piano, and throw pillows. The living room alone involves a high, open-beam ceiling, a wagon-wheel chandelier, a roomy fireplace, a loaded multipeg hatrack crowned with a sparkling blue top hat, a flat-screen TV as big as a freeway billboard, and a jukebox.

“That jukebox has followed me through every bachelor pad since 1970,” says Mick. It’s loaded with the 200 45-rpm disks that most influenced his musical tastes: “Crimson and Clover,” “Alley Oop,” “Rebel Rouser” by Duane Eddy, “Sea Cruise” by Frankie Ford, “Ya Ya” by Lee Dorsey. . . . “This house was full of equipment and soundboards and stuff up until two months ago,” says Mick as he opens a bottle of Louis Jadot Beaujolais Villages. “I’m slowly getting it out, slowly making more of a home.”

Well over half a century old, the Kula house is “beautifully built,” Mick proclaims. “It’s a cottage, really. I want to make it cozy, not be such a guys’ drinking pad.” Glass in hand, he settles, outstretched, in a crazy-looking chair carved like an elephant. “I knew within ten minutes of seeing this place that I had to buy it.”

Only southern Ireland, he says, ever came near to making Mick feel as “unplugged” and “safe” as here on the slopes of Haleakala, and this visceral bond goes back almost forty years. During the 1970s, Mick bought thirty acres of land in Olinda above Seabury Hall, put up a tepee, planted trees that are now sixty feet tall. “Olinda was like coming home.” But he got distracted during “the bad old days” of monstrous success, and actually (he says) forgot that he owned the Maui spread. Then he got rid of it.

Later, in sober reflection, he bitterly regretted that decision.

He says, “You don’t often get the chance to get back what you screw up. I managed to get back what I screwed up.”

And even though he was born in Cornwall, son of a fighter pilot in the Royal Air Force, Michael John Kells Fleetwood says, “Certainly my Irish side has been fulfilled.”

[Macfan4life]

I guess with his most recent divorce he is hard up for money

[FuzzyPlum]

[QUOTE=michelej1;1176432][this is an older article I just saw]


Mick has just driven his middle-aged BMW all the way from Napili, where he spent the day on the telephone talking with “somebody” about creating a reality TV show.
QUOTE]

Ah yes, the reality show. That never saw the light of day. I recall even as recently as last year there was still some talk of him doing a reality show. Maybe that could be his 'project' that he'll revisit over the coming months.

[Macfanforever]

[QUOTE=FuzzyPlum;1176453]

Originally Posted by michelej1

[this is an older article I just saw]


Mick has just driven his middle-aged BMW all the way from Napili, where he spent the day on the telephone talking with “somebody” about creating a reality TV show.
QUOTE]

Ah yes, the reality show. That never saw the light of day. I recall even as recently as last year there was still some talk of him doing a reality show. Maybe that could be his 'project' that he'll revisit over the coming months.

I know I hate reality shows but the Mac would make a great reality show and worth to watch every week.

[FuzzyPlum]

Originally Posted by michelej1

I know he has a restaurant, but how does he employ 150-200 people?

Michele

I'm sure he doesn't. Perhaps he means he's employed 150-200 people at one stage or another. the restaurant trade tends to have quite a high turnover of staff. Also, I guess you can throw in a couple of house keepers, gardeners etc. I wonder if he has any other business interests on Maui? Any wineries on the island?

[gldstwmn]

I wouldn't want anyone staying in my house. Now that the divorce has been finalized, I guess it's time to pay up.

[vivfox]

Originally Posted by gldstwmn

I wouldn't want anyone staying in my house.

There was a time I might have agreed with you but think about this; if someone can afford to lease this home, more than likely they have a staff of hired help to keep it looking spiffy at all times.

I wouldn't mind owning a time share at some lovely beach somewhere.