At the age of 68, it’s clear that Lindsey Buckingham – the singer/songwriter/guitarist/producing force behind the Imperial Period (circa 1975-1987) of Fleetwood Mac – is, to quote the kids, all out of fucks to give. He’s been able to balance what he’s called “the big machine” of Fleetwood Mac with the cultivation of a compelling and diverse solo career over the past few decades, pulling down the ducats by flogging the FM hits in arenas and stadiums while releasing more criminally overlooked discs than all the other members of FM combined. By now, he's earned the right to do what he wants when he wants to. One need look no further than 2017’s snoozed-on release of Buckingham McVie , a Fleetwood Mac album in everything but name, given that Stevie Nicks is the only member of FM who’s M.I.A. (Of course, you could say that about 1987’s Tango In The Night as well, but I digress. Willfully so.) Given that Buckingham is all over every track on Buckingham McVie , from multi-tracked backg...