It might be an interesting thing to do for the next Fleetwood Mac record... to write a song for Lindsey to sing or vice versa... or for Stevie to write a song for me and see what would happen... That would be an interesting direction to go in.
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It was too much responsibility for me to do the producing. I didn't trust my skills to that degree. I felt I needed someone to lean on.Christine McVie
I felt that I needed an injection of freshness from another writer to make this a good, flowing, easy-to-listen-to album. So I elected to write with a very good friend of mine, Todd Sharp. The combination of the keyboard and guitar writing together was interesting. We're very compatible as writers.
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I enjoy my money, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'd certainly rather be rich than poor.
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There were a lot of bad feelings when Lindsey first left the band. But there's been a lot of healing going on, growing up, maturing. The bond is a great deal stronger than what we first thought.
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I like a light touch, a sensitive piano. My wrists aren't that strong, and if I have to hack too hard, they start breaking down. Fortunately, after playing something like that I take a break and have a drink, or move over to the accordion, or just stagger off the stage until my arms recover.
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What's past is past, it's too bloody late to do anything else. I've been very blessed and lucky in my life. To want to change the path of destiny is kind of a mistake, it leads to discontent. I don't feel complacent, but I feel content.
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