In the spring of 1970, Fleetwood Mac was touring Germany when Peter Green fell in with what Christine calls "some weird characters in Munich, the Munich jet set. They all went up to some old château and they pumped acid down his throat and he came back not the same." Green's departure left the band with too thin a sound, and on the eve of a U.S. tour that August, Christine was asked to join Fleetwood Mac.
"I had ten days to rehearse and the first gig I did was in New Orleans. It was a nerve-racking experience, playing with my favorite band onstage."
But no sooner had Christine found her niche than guitarist Jeremy Spencer decided to check out as well. "He had always been fairly religious. I mean, he used to have a truckload of Bibles underneath his bed. Anyway, we arrived in Los Angeles one day, and Jeremy seemed depressed. I remember him saying on the plane, 'I don't have to be here. I don't want to be here.' His face seemed whiter than usual."
The group settled into their hotel, and Spencer went out for some newspapers. He never came back. "We suspected it might be a religious cult of some kind," Christine recalls. "And that's exactly what happened. He stayed, and he had his wife shipped over from England to join the Children of God."
Christine was also around for what drummer Mick Fleetwood always considered the band's lowest point: In 1974, right before an American tour, guitarist Bob Weston was kicked out of the band for having an affair with Fleetwood's wife. The tour was canceled, the band's manager put together a bogus Fleetwood Mac to play the dates, and the ensuing litigation kept the group broke and at home for a year.
"All Mateus rosé under the bridge," sighs Christine today. "It was like, 'How many times can we mend the vase?' But there was never any thought of us breaking up."
Her faith was, of course, rewarded in the middle Seventies, when, following the group's move to the States and the addition of Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac became one of the most successful bands in the history of the music business. Christine's haunting voice and melodic sense had found their ideal counterpoints, and the public ate it up. The band sold 4 million copies of Fleetwood Mac and over 15 million of its follow-up, Rumours.
In the face of such a commercial bonanza, Christine did acquire some typically Californian possessions: a stately home (once belonging to Anthony Newley and Joan Collins) in Coldwater Canyon, furnished in "Chinese and deco"; matching Mercedes-Benzes with license plates named after her pair of Lhasa apsos; an office and a full-time secretary on the premises. She also acquired that most enduring of upscale accessories: a divorce.
"We just reached a point where we couldn't be in the same room together," she recalls. "We'd probably spent more time with one another than most couples who have lived together for twenty-five years. We had no individuality, no separation."
John McVie remarried soon after. "I didn't feel weird," says Christine. "I was really, really happy. John, he'll always have a soft spot for me, as I always will for him."
There is a limit, though, to Christine's okey-dokey attitude. "It maybe was a little odd that he and his new wife bought my old house from me. And actually held their wedding in my old house. That was a little strange."
More recently, Christine admits that she found her cohort Stevie Nicks' marriage "very, very bizarre" as well. Nicks married Kim Anderson, the widower of her best friend, Robin Anderson, early in 1983; they are now divorced. "She thought it was what Robin would have wanted," says Christine. "But they'd known each other for a long time, and it didn't seen like crazy love to me. I didn't buy her a wedding present."
Indeed, a touch of sadness creeps into Christine's voice when she discusses the transformation of Nicks' personality over the last ten years. "Ten years ago, she really had her feet on the ground, along with a tremendous sense of humor, which she still has. But she seems to have developed her own fantasy world, somehow, which I'm not part of. We don't socialize much."
It wasn't until Tusk that Christine embarked on her wildest relationship, with Beach Boy Dennis Wilson. "I tend to go for these half-little-boy characters. When Dennis was like that, he was just adorable. He was really a sensitive, sweet man."
She admits that she and Dennis did not part on particularly good terms, and she hadn't seen him for at least two years when he died. She was in Portugal when word reached her. "My secretary called me up at eight in the morning. I knew something was wrong. She said, 'Dennis drowned today.' And my first reaction was to say, 'My God, is he all right?' I still really can't believe it. He just seemed indestructible."
But Christine McVie seems to be still more indestructible. While not a Mac-style blockbuster, Christine McVie has done well enough to please its creator. And the equally indestructible Fleetwood Mac plans to get together early this fall to begin work on a new record.
On the personal front, Christine's newest relationship, with her band's keyboardist, Eddy Quintela, clearly has her delighted. In fact, she hasn't ruled out marriage. "I wouldn't like to grow old alone. Not that I would be alone: I have many good friends that I've had for twenty years. If the right guy pops the question, I'll say yes. I'm living with Eddy right now, and it's working out really nicely. So who knows? Maybe I won't get married.
"But I daresay I'll be happy."
This story is from the June 7, 1984 issue of Rolling Stone.
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