It was just, you know, Thanksgiving weekend, so Mr. and Mrs. Glib Senior were in town from the city that rocks, the birthplace of rock and roll, the mistake by the lake, Cleveland, OH. In honor of their arrival, I made a “Safe for the Parents” mix on my iPod, complete with classic rock, adult-friendly alternative, and decidedly lacking in power punk.

The tunes got me thinking about one of the bands I was raised on - Fleetwood Mac. Luckily, my propensity for singing “Second Hand News” as a three-year-old (”won’t you lay me down in the tall grass and let me do my stuff” - how adorable!) didn’t lead to a life of sketchy incestuous affairs with my friends and cohorts.

Anyway, Mick F and the gang are a prolific bunch - they turned out some catchy sh*t when they weren’t banging each other. Here are my top-five Fleetwood Mac Songs. And yes, I do realize much of my life reads like High Fidelity.

1. “Second Hand News” The aforementioned song and one of the few songs off Rumours that was not released as a single. Short, sexy, and with a helluva scat-singing riff.

2. “Go Your Own Way.” The Macs were at their best when writing hate anthems about each other. This, the first single off Rumours, was reportedly written by Lindsay Buckingham (the hottest of all Fleetwood Mac dudes) about Stevie Nicks. Survived an inclusion in Forrest Gump and made Rolling Stone’s Top-500 songs of all time list.

3. “What’s the World Coming To.”  An odd choice, I admit.  This is the first cut from Say You Will, Mac’s 2003 reunion album.  The harmonies are tight, the guitars are solid, and it’s a fun song to listen to with the windows down, even as the lyrics speak of a world going down the sh*t pipe.

4. “I Don’t Wanna Know.”  Thanks, Chuck Klosterman, for bringing my attention in Killing Yourself to Live to the audible guitar slide-up-the-neck choke about five seconds in.  It bumps this song from about 7 to 4.  Again with the anger and again with the harmonies.  Good pop stuff.

5. “You Make Loving Fun,” The only song on this list on which a female takes lead.  And note that it is Christie McVie, who was always unfairly overshadowed by that slutty chain-smoking Stevie Nicks witch.  The Mama Cass of Fleetwood Mac, minus the weight problem and the untimely demise, Christie has the voice of an angel and it’s never been more sweet than here.

Don’t Stop Thinking About Tomorrow,

Lucy Glib