Books about music are an irresistible pleasure for me. Fleetwood Mac, with their incredible songs, and tendency towards interpersonal drama, are a band I always find fascinating. So when I heard of a memoir about the making of Rumours, their greatest album, I couldn't wait to get my hands on it.
It's told from the perspective of Ken Caillat, one of its co-producers. The album took almost a year to record, in a number of locations, but mostly in Sausalito, California. The band were on the cusp of stardom when the project began and when it was finally released in February 1978, they became one of the biggest music sensations on the planet.
Caillat got to know the group very well during their time in the studio and his insights into their character are the most intriguing aspects of the book. Mick Fleetwood was their natural leader, a hard worker who made sure they were recording at least 6 days a week, but also a prankster who liked a drink. Another man who enjoyed a tipple was John McVie, a quiet guy who sometimes became difficult when he had a few too many. Lindsey Buckingham does not come across well in the book. For all his musical talent he was bossy and controlling, and his quick temper occasionally led to physical violence. Christine McVie (the real genius of the band if you ask me) was a perfectionist who didn't suffer fools, but loyal once you earned her trust. And Stevie Nicks felt left out of the endless sessions, seeing as she didn't play an instrument, but often turned up with the most wonderful songs.
Of course the fireworks within the band have been well documented, but they are interesting to read about here. Lindsey and Stevie were coming towards the end of an eight year relationship and things often got heated. Caillat remembers them trading insults and then singing the angelic harmonies of You Make Loving Fun to one another like nothing had happened. Christine McVie had written that song about an affair she was having with the band's lighting director. In an effort to avoid tensions with husband John, she told everyone it was about her dog.
Caillat remembers this time very fondly. It was a big step up for him to produce an album of this stature, but he nailed it. He was making good money for the first time in his life and it was all so exciting. His relationships with women didn't leave me quite as impressed. At the start of the project he became besotted with Nina, a girl who worked in the recording studio. They started dating and his happiness is endearing to read about. But arriving home one day he finds two girls in his bed and he doesn't say no to them. "Hey, it was the Seventies!" he explains. Maybe so, but I didn't find that anecdote too appealing.
The book is told in conversation with a writer, Steve Stiefel, and truth be told, it's not what you would call a literary effort. It's like listening to a guy you meet in a bar, regaling you with stories about the greatest year in his life. And with his music engineer hat on Caillat does go quite deep into the recording efforts, telling you what kind of microphones and drum effects he employed on each song. That stuff went way over my head to be honest, I'm not knowledgeable enough about it. But the book does excel in recapturing the magic of that time - when five incredibly talented musicians put their personal differences aside to create one of the finest albums ever made, with the help of their dynamic producers. Caillat's nostalgic recollections give you a front row seat into that thrilling spectacle.