[David]

Brings back weird memories. I was working at the Sacramento Bee paper at the time. The newsroom was energized by Clinton's victory (most of us were in our twenties and thirties and skewed Democrat) because of our general fatigue with G.H.W. Bush—he was old guard, old fogie, and chicken hawk in our eyes. It was very much a "hate Washington" year, and many of us who had been initially excited about Ross Perot got disillusioned with his inanities by the end of the year. The whole Fleetwood Mac angle of the Clinton campaign and victory was treated in the press as something between sad-corny and happy-corny. I remember Kent Pollock, one of our managing editors, walking by the city desk where the TV was always on (CNN) and saying, "Don't stop thinking about TOMORROW."

The vibe in the press conference with the band was obviously awkward and uneasy. They're all looking down a lot, or off at an angle. Occasionally, you can see Lindsey glance over like a younger brother at Mick, seemingly hoping for some confirmation or validation of a point he's making, but doesn't really get it. In fact, Mick doesn't look at Lindsey at all. Christine is wry and professional, as you would expect, seeming to float above the tension in the room, largely by ruminating on topics unrelated to that tension. Mick and Lindsey are communicating under the polite, uneasy surface. But that communication is obviously not going well.

The most interesting time may have been between the end of the inauguration (when they were all "whisked off," Stevie said) and the call from Stevie to Lindsey to produce Twisted.