‘I was dancing on stage,’ begins Nicks, now 65, in the salon of her rented Parisian pied-à-terre.
‘It was the Tusk tour, 1980, Auckland, New Zealand. I was doing my thing with my shawl and Lindsey pulled his jacket up over his head and started mimicking me, behind my back.
‘I thought, “Well, that’s not working for me.” But I didn’t do anything. This must have infuriated him, because he came over and kicked me.
‘And I’d never had anyone be physical with me in my life. Then he picked up a black Les Paul guitar and he just frisbee’d it at me. He missed, I ducked – but he could have killed me.’
‘I’m not sure that happened,’ Buckingham, 64, states flatly at his gated LA estate.
‘Oh, it happened, all right,’ asserts Christine McVie, 70, drinking in a glorious view of the Thames.
‘I threw a glass of wine in his face.’
‘Stevie and I weren’t even estranged; we just weren’t a couple anymore,’ recalls Buckingham.
‘But none of us had the luxury of time and distance to allow for closure. And that’s what a shrink will tell you helps us to heal. So it was difficult on a lot of levels. Very difficult.’
As she set about Buckingham, he screamed, ‘Get this bitch out of my way. And f*** the lot of you!’
The fracas, Fleetwood claims, culminated in Buckingham slapping her and bending her over the bonnet of a car, before storming off shouting, ‘You’re a bunch of selfish b******s.’
‘That was in the courtyard of my house,’ Christine McVie concurs. ‘There was a bit of a physical fight, and she wasn’t beating him up. It wasn’t nice.’
‘There wasn’t any physical violence,’ contends Buckingham. ‘It was an unpleasant situation that day, but you have to ask yourself the
The level of acrimony the incident suggests begs another question: despite Buckingham and Nicks having put on a united front for their latest UK shows, during which they held hands, hugged and generally behaved civilly towards each other, have they ever actually agreed on anything?
‘That’s a very funny question,’ Buckingham laughs.
‘I don’t know how much we ever did agree. I’m trying to be tactful here, but there was never a huge set of sensibilities that we had in common.’