Now clean and sober, she also insists that she is happily single, but until not so very long ago the flame she carried for Buckingham still burned. There is, for instance, a song on In Your Dreams called “Everybody Loves You”, co-written by her collaborator on the album Dave Stewart but based on one of 40 poems in her journals that she concedes is about Buckingham. “No one really knows you,” Nicks sings. “I’m the only one.” To one interviewer at the time the album was released she said she only admitted that their love affair was over when he had his first child with future wife Kristen Messner in 1998.


In her absence from the studio, Buckingham said he’d try to look at things through her eyes — “and I said: ‘Well, you probably can do that, Lindsey, you certainly know me well enough”‘ — then when she did make it there, there were two new songs waiting for her. “I put vocals on them and they came out great. And they really do sound like I was there.” The result is likely to be a new Fleetwood Mac album at some point this year, but perhaps after that also a Buckingham Nicks record, because the pair also recorded an old song that was originally intended for their 1973 debut. “For some reason it just got swept under the carpet. I mean, maybe it was going to be track one on our second album, which we were actually making when we joined Fleetwood Mac.”


More important than this, though, was that Buckingham and Nicks were able to relax in each other’s company. “We spent 80% of our time talking just like this, telling my assistant Karen all the crazy stories of everything that’s happened to us from 1966 until now. We laughed and we laughed — and we probably cried a couple of times. It was very cathartic. And I think that we came a long way during those four days.”

The result is that the band promise they won’t just be going through the motions when they hit the road this year — unlike last time around. “I’m thinking,” Nicks says, “that this is going to be a very different tour. The audience is going to see a very different Fleetwood Mac up there — we talked about how we really need to appreciate what we have and who we are and how far we’ve come. I said to Lindsey: ‘I wish your mom and dad were still alive — they’d be just like: Way to go, Lindsey Buckingham! Boy, damn we’re glad you dropped out of swimming — you know, he could have been a famous swimmer — We’re so glad you stopped and went for rock’n’roll.'”

For sentimental fans, the highlight of any Fleetwood Mac show is still that point at which Buckingham and Nicks join hands together on stage: it’s a very human moment, one that rekindles a sense of what’s been and might be yet for all parties involved. Or as Nicks herself puts it: “People love to see people in love. Not that we’re in love, but we have been in love and we have that on stage. And if we’re getting along and we’re happy with each other, that part comes out.

“I think we’ve got to a place now where we’re both: ‘Why not? Why can’t we be those two people on stage?’ It doesn’t carry on after you walk down the stairs and go back to your hotels and rooms, it’s never going to carry past that. But what it does do is allow you to walk up on stage and be dramatic with each other. And we have walked up on stage and been absolutely the other side of dramatic — we have been like waiting-for-a-bus undramatic. Like, you know: ‘Lindsey, what am I going to get for room service later? I think I’m going to get a grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup.’ Because that’s what happens in bands if you’re not happy. This is not going to be that tour.

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