- No, I don't have any regrets about leaving Fleetwood Mac. And I can say that in all honesty. Of course, one can look back at one's life in general and regret doing or not doing certain things but that's got nothing to do with regretting leaving F.M.
- I had - and still have to some extent - a silly streak and a penchant for liking to shock people, especially in those days with the staid British. It certainly wasn't all in good taste, and I'm not proud of a lot of those antics [Fleetwood Mac was banned from London's Marquee Club after Spencer appeared onstage wearing a giant phallus]. But we were a bunch of silly kids, really - boys in the band acting up. Nowadays that type of thing no longer shocks anyone; vulgarity is par for the course for supposedly controversial bands. You know, knighted punk stars cursing at a Royal Command performance.
- Except for Cream, I had no particular favourite band from the sixties, as I wasn't keen on much of the music that was going down, but I did like individual artists such as Tim Hardin, Neil Young and Judy Collins. At the time, despite social pressure and it being before my 'time', I was more a fifties music fan: blues, country music, doo-wop and rockabilly. Right or wrong, I believed that music had died with Buddy Holly!
- I believed in God and was searching the Bible and other spiritual books for the answers. I didn't understand it myself, really, why I was such an irreverent little so-and-so onstage and off, yet had those religious inclinations. I realized later that it was true what Jesus said, that the whole need not a physician, but those that are sick. I was just sick, period.
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