Periodically, I plan to use this space to pay homage to artists who I believe are worthy of focused attention — artists with an extraordinary, consistently excellent body of work and a compelling story to tell. Some are commercial superstars; others have slipped under the radar of many readers. Most will be somewhere in between those extremes. In this essay, I look at the chameleon-like evolution of the nearly 50-year-old group known as Fleetwood Mac.
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It seems safe to say that the overwhelming majority of Stevie Nicks fans have no idea that they owe a huge debt of gratitude to a Brit by the name of Peter Greenbaum, for without him, there would be no Fleetwood Mac.