The Return of the Mac

BEFORE I meet Stevie Nicks, I hear her. She is downstairs somewhere in the house she’s renting on the beach in Malibu — a short drive up the Californian coastline from the two homes she owns in LA — and looking for her dark glasses. It’s early evening in December and has long since turned dark outside, but if you’re the ultimate rock goddess — NME’s recent description, testament to a reawakening of interest in Fleetwood Mac among the younger generation — wearing shades at night goes with the territory.