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All Mick Fleetwood wanted was a guitarist.
Fleetwood Mac's drummer was checking out the studio of engineer Keith Olsen when he heard a track from an obscure California duo named Buckingham Nicks. Looking for someone to replace departed guitarist Bob Welch, he sought out the nimble-fingered Lindsey Buckingham. Perhaps out of loyalty to then-girlfriend Stevie Nicks, Buckingham told Fleetwood that the duo was a package deal. More than two decades later, that devotion seems more like an uncanny stroke of career savvy.
Over the years, Buckingham and Nicks have become the Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor of rock, setting off sparks whenever they're in the same room, no matter how many years have passed since their romantic and musical harmony went off-key.
Often denounced as everything that punk tried to destroy, Fleetwood Mac, in its Seventies heyday, was a first-rate pop-rock band. If young rockers sheepishly cite the band as a guilty pleasure, the guilt has little to do with the music, and almost everything to do with the Mac lifestyle: spoiled, decadent, excessive, rock-star indulgence that went out with the Carter administration. And a major part of that lifestyle was the ongoing public soap opera of Buckingham and Nicks.
This year, as Fleetwood Mac fans simultaneously recognize the twentieth anniversary of the culture-quake album Rumours and see the band re-form for the umpteenth time, it's more obvious than ever how much the Buckingham-Nicks axis has dominated the Mac since they joined the journeyman blues-rockers in 1975.
While Rumours is remembered as a musical journal of couples breaking up (even Mick Fleetwood was separated from his wife at the time), it's unlikely that much sleep was lost in Middle America over Christine and John McVie's marital woes. To this day, their relationship is rarely discussed, with the assumption being that John drank himself out of her good graces. But Christine's tunes on Rumours were basically the same well-crafted, helpless love songs that she's always written, about needing sugar daddies to make loving fun, that sort of thing. If her life was newly stressful at the time of Rumours, you really had to squint to find any evidence.
Buckingham and Nicks were a different story. Songs like "Go Your Own Way" and "The Chain" (credited to the band, but written largely by Nicks) positively dripped blood. In a way, the couple's breakup actually created an identity for Buckingham. Though he had some fine moments on the 1975 Fleetwood Mac album ("Monday Morning"; his vocal on "Blue Letter"), he didn't really emerge from his guitar-wonk shell until the venomous "Go Your Own Way" hit radio in early 1977. Driven by an insistent yet disorienting beat and Buckingham's most furious vocal and guitar work, the song painted him as a victim of Nicks's restless bed-hopping. It also opened wounds that have yet to close.
In a 1979 Rolling Stone cover story, Nicks argued that Buckingham's "packing up, shacking up's all you want to do" line was way off the mark; she suggested their real problem was that Buckingham would rather sleep with his guitar than her. Eighteen years later, in the latest issue of Rolling Stone, she continues to bitch about the song: "Every time those words would come out on-stage, I wanted to go over and kill him."
It's often been said that Ginger Rogers made Fred Astaire more attractive by nuzzling cheek-to-cheek with him. In some peculiar way, Stevie Nicks made Lindsey Buckingham seem more attractive by breaking up with him. From then on, he was the rebel of the band, the malcontented weirdo artiste who wanted no part of Nicks's crystal visions.
It was with Rumours's double-album follow-up Tusk that Buckingham not only cemented his pop mastery but raged against the band's spoiled-L.A.-rock-star image. Released within weeks of the Eagles' The Long Run, it offered conclusive proof that these two California bands were distinctly different animals. Recording much of the album at home with tissue boxes in place of drums, the band took the anything-goes spirit of punk and new wave and filtered it through Buckingham's Beach Boys-informed, formal pop background. Even Buckingham's new look -- clean-shaven, with close-cropped coif and stylish suits -- pushed him out of step with the sandaled feet of Glenn Frey and Don Henley.
Tusk is to Rumours what the White Album is to Sgt. Pepper: a sprawling, fragmented response to a popular smash that was met with mild disappointment. Like the White Album, however, Tusk's impact has grown over the years, and it's frequently cited by young pop bands as a touchstone. (Matthew Sweet loved the album so much he hired Tusk co-producer Richard Dashut for his 1993 album Altered Beast.)
Like the White Album, Tusk forced people to take sides in the band's creative tug of war. Nicks, who had shown much promise on Rumours with the spooky "Gold Dust Woman" and the folk-pop lilt of "I Don't Want to Know," lost her bearings and descended into a gothic fog with tripe such as "Sisters of the Moon." Christine McVie's solid romantic warmth started to turn to blandness. Buckingham, with the psycho-candy of "Not That Funny" and the ethereal desperation of "Walk a Thin Line," unhinged the whole operation.