She was beautiful, preternaturally cool (has any singer of so many incandescent and indelible hit singles sounded so effortless and laid back?), and her graceful vibe was crucial to this quintet’s magic. She was also a badass: allegedly she had to tell her soon-to-be ex (and bandmate!) John McVie, this song, written for/about the FM crew member she was having an affair with, was about their dog. That’s epic.
Fleetwod Mac were, of course, way more than an irresistible hits machine; they were an impeccably assembled chemistry experiment, a sublime craft: Nicks and Buckingham alternated as the wind and sails (Mick a steadying wheel and John the anchor); Christine McVie with her calm, peaceful, and steadying presence, was the ballast. RIP, Songbird.
