One of the longstanding debates among music nerds is whether Fleetwood Mac was better when it was a London blues band in the 60s or when it was simultaneously the greatest musical act on earth, the physical avatar of being high on cocaine, and the soundtrack/impetus when everybody's parents got divorced.I couldn't care less about Peter Green- versus Buckingham/Nicks-era Fleetwood Mac. My adoration of the Mac rests solely on my lifelong affinity for Mick Fleetwood, the image of whose immaculately framed belt-balls on the cover of Rumours is burned deep in my brain's sex centers, like the vested fertility icon of a primitive and horny people. In addition to drumming some of the most important songs of the last century and inspiring an entire generation of uncles to grow beards and stop buttoning the top half of their shirts, Mick is also the only plausible non-Keith-Moon model for Animal and one of the first man daring enough to risk murder by Lindsey Buckingham to sleep with Stevie Nicks.Sammy Hagar's tequila company is doing a video deal called Off the Record where two tequila-associated musicians get together and talk about "the music thing." The first one is a chat between Mick Fleetwood and New Jersey ladysinger Nicole Atkins. Behold below.
