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Some of what I’m about to tell you may not be true.  Or at least, not in the strictest sense of the word.  It may be mistaken, romanticized and half-remembered, stories I read long ago and forgot all but the most fairytale parts of, the realistic discarded when it became too boring, the poetic growing like a vine in its place, a myth I made up on my own in the dark.

I don’t believe Stevie Nicks would disapprove.

Stevie Nicks for Beginners

7 albums on her own:

Bella Donna (1981)
The Wild Heart (1983)
Rock a Little (1986)
The Other Side of the Mirror (1989)
Street Angel (1994)
Trouble in Shangri-La (2001)
In Your Dreams (2011)

8 more with Fleetwood Mac:

Fleetwood Mac (1975)
Rumours (1977)
Tusk (1979)
Mirage (1982)
Tango in the Night (1987)
some album we’re going to pretend never happened because it doesn’t include Lindsey Buckingham so whooo caaaaaares (1990)
The Dance (1997)
Say You Will (2003)

1 album before all that:

Buckingham Nicks (1973)  

2 addictions:

Cocaine (1976 - 1985)
Klonopin (1986 - 1993)  

Innumerable boyfriends, including:

Lindsey Buckingham, a year behind her at Menlo-Atherton High School, they sang “California Dreamin’” together at a party just before she graduated, and have not stopped singing together since.
Mick Fleetwood, drummer for Fleetwood Mac, still married to his wife Jenny when he started boffing her, still boffing her when he started boffing her friend Sara.
Don Henley, drummer for the Eagles, 100% champagne and Learjets.
Joe Walsh, they toured together during the Wild Heart days, she calls him her “great, great love,” he calls her a “road fuck.”
Jimmy Iovine, producer of her first three albums, “very Rhiannon,” not fond of being called “very Rhiannon.”
Rupert Hine, producer of her fourth album, zzz.  

1 marriage:

Kim Anderson, husband of her best friend Robin, in 1982, a couple months after Robin died of leukemia.  

1 introductory playlist:

Enjoy.

jonathanbogart asked: What would you say to someone who thought “Edge of Seventeen” was one of the best songs ever but hadn’t ever listened to anything else from Stevie Nicks’ solo career? I’m, uh, asking for a friend.

I would tell your friend he’s an asshole, and also he should get on Gchat because I have SO MUCH to teach him.

But actually? I think her solo albums are hard to love. Did you ever do that thing when you were a kid where you open up a frozen can of concentrated orange juice and take a bite before you mix it with water? And then you’re like, “I’m gonna eat the stuff at the bottom of the can,” but by then it’s all thawed, and it’s just this syrupy orange sludge? Her solo albums are a can of concentrated Stevie Nicks, and while there are plenty of moments where she’s cold enough to crush between your teeth, there are plenty where she’s syrupy sludge too. And even when she manages to get out of her own way, a lot of other things don’t — as early as Bella Donna, you can hear the cocaine fucking up her voice, and then she’s off the coke and on the Klonopin, and her voice sounds better but everything else is weird. And her producers are just, like, super excited that it’s the ’80s, on the middle three. And then super excited to be working with Stevie Nicks, on the last two, and they build everything around some idea of how she sounds and what she’s written, instead of how she actually sounds and what she’s actually written, and end up with the emperor’s new album.

I mean, that’s no reason not to listen to them. It’s hard to love these albums, it isn’t impossible. But — you have to be looking for something besides a bunch of badass rock songs, a lot of the time, is what I want you to know.

I am super super excited about this week. Like, more excited than I was for the Kara OWOB I dreamt that you did once. But your north-of-the-49th-parallel friends & readers still don't have Spotify access. To the extent that you're using it, can you write out text versions of your playlist(s) so that we can follow along? - x.

Asked by microphoneheartbeats

I know!  (I almost tagged that post “sorry canada.”)  Anyway, any songs I post this week (except for one that I couldn’t find off of Spotify so there will be a link to an alternate song for Canada) will be as non-Spotify embeds that are hopefully available to everyone, but the playlist includes almost all of those plus all the songs I wish I could post but can’t because this isn’t All the Weeks All the Stevie Nicks.  So, in full:

Not Fade Away (from Listen to Me: Buddy Holly compilation)
Don’t Let Me Down Again (from Live, Fleetwood Mac)
Twisted (from the Twister soundtrack)
After the Glitter Fades (from Bella Donna)
Needles and Pins (from Pack Up the Plantation: Live!, Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers)
Rhiannon (from Live, Fleetwood Mac)
Storms (from Tusk, Fleetwood Mac)
Sisters of the Moon (from Tusk, Fleetwood Mac)
Gold (from Bombs Away Dream Babies, John Stewart)
Gold Dust Woman (from Sheryl Crow and Friends: Live in Central Park, Sheryl Crow)
Edge of Seventeen (from Bella Donna)
Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You (from Rock A Little)
Crystal (from the Practical Magic soundtrack)
Gypsy (from Mirage, Fleetwood Mac)
Whenever I Call You Friend (from Nightwatch, Kenny Loggins)
You May Be the One (from In Your Dreams)
Angel (from Tusk, Fleetwood Mac)
Sara (from Tusk, Fleetwood Mac)
Beautiful Child (from Tusk, Fleetwood Mac)
Silver Springs (from The Dance, Fleetwood Mac)
Fireflies (from Live, Fleetwood Mac)
Insider (from Pack Up the Plantation: Live!, Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers)
If You Ever Did Believe (from the Practical Magic soundtrack)
Sorcerer (from Trouble in Shangri-La)
For What It’s Worth (from In Your Dreams)
I Don’t Want to Know (from Rumours, Fleetwood Mac)
Rose Garden (from Street Angel)
Crystal (from Fleetwood Mac, Fleetwood Mac)
Think About It (from Bella Donna)
Kick It (from Street Angel)
Kind of Woman (from Bella Donna)
Trouble in Shangri-La (from Trouble in Shangri-La)
Planets of the Universe (from Trouble in Shangri-La)
If I Were You (from Rock A Little)
Some Become Strangers (from Rock a Little)
Talk to Me (from Rock A Little)
I Still Miss Someone (from The Other Side of the Mirror)
Cry Wolf (from The Other Side of the Mirror)
Long Way to Go (from The Other Side of the Mirror)
Doing the Best I Can (from The Other Side of the Mirror)
Sara (from Greatest Hits, Fleetwood Mac)
Outside the Rain (from Bella Donna)
Rhiannon (from Fleetwood Mac, Fleetwood Mac)
Gold Dust Woman (from Rumours, Fleetwood Mac)
Sweet Girl (from The Dance, Fleetwood Mac)
Maybe Love Will Change Your Mind (from Street Angel)
Listen to the Rain (from Street Angel)
Docklands (from Street Angel)
Free Fallin’ (from the Party of Five soundtrack)
Annabel Lee (from In Your Dreams)
The Highwayman (from Bella Donna)
I Sing for the Things (from Rock A Little)
Dreams (from George is On, Deep Dish)

Plus “Violet and Blue” back-to-back with John Stewart’s “Midnight Wind” because DO YOU GUYS HEAR THAT? but “Violet and Blue” isn’t actually on Spotify, so that’ll only work if you happen to have Disc 3 of Stevie’s Enchanted box set.

Not a fan of Tango in the Night, huh? Not that the Nicks tracks are the highlights on that one, but the list is so exhaustive, I thought one or two might make the cut.

I actually really like Tango!  More than Mirage, sometimes.  But Stevie just feels like a different Stevie on that album, I don’t know.  Although now that I think about it — “Seven Wonders.”  Stick “Seven Wonders” in there somewhere.  Like between “Talk to Me” and “I Still Miss Someone.”

Also, the only reason there are no The Wild Heart tracks on there, in case anyone’s wondering, is they’re not on Spotify, which is THE STUPIDEST THING.

katherinestasaph asked: What would be your No. 1 track to get someone into Stevie Nicks beyond having heard the usual tracks a couple times each?

I’m assuming the usual tracks are “Landslide,” “Rhiannon,” “Gold Dust Woman,” “Dreams,” “Edge of Seventeen,” “Gypsy,” and maybe “Stand Back” or “Leather and Lace,” so:



It depends on the person.  But also it depends on what you want to do with this song.  Is it supposed to be an entry point, to make them want to listen to the rest of the songs long enough to start to understand?  Or is it supposed to make them understand right then and there?  I don’t know if a single song can do that.  “Rhiannon” off the live album and “Not Fade Away,” back to back, maybe.  “Wild Heart” and “Twisted,” too. 



I guess if I had to choose one song, though, it would be the one that did it for me.  I saw the video on an autumn morning, picked up the Rolling Stone with them on the cover that night, and I was done. I was fourteen years old.

The night after I saw the “Silver Springs” video for the first time, I took a ride down to the Easy Video shopping center with my dad, to pick up TCBY and a gallon of milk. I remember standing at the counter in the convenience store, looking across the shining white linoleum floor at the magazine rack that ran along the wall. Rolling Stone was sitting in the center: the cover was gray, Stevie Nicks was wearing red. I took it home, and read through the article at least three times that night.
I kept that magazine on the floor next to my bed for the next four years, so I could pick it up and read it again before I fell asleep. I stopped and stared at this picture so many times, the page started to fall off its staple.
You have to understand, when I was in high school, every cell in my body gave a shit about Stevie Nicks. I learned to sleep on my back so I could wear headphones to bed, so I could fall asleep listening to Stevie Nicks. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would get out of bed, drag my blanket behind me down the hall to the living room, pile all the throw pillows on the floor in front of the television, and watch videos of Stevie Nicks with the sound down so low I could barely hear it because I didn’t want to wake my parents, till the sky outside the windows started to glow blue-gray and I had to go back to bed again. If my high school self could have gotten an account on Last.fm, every song on it would have been by Stevie Nicks. Aside from a brief crush on a sophomore year English teacher, there was no one I wanted to fuck / be adopted by more than Stevie Nicks. High-res

The night after I saw the “Silver Springs” video for the first time, I took a ride down to the Easy Video shopping center with my dad, to pick up TCBY and a gallon of milk. I remember standing at the counter in the convenience store, looking across the shining white linoleum floor at the magazine rack that ran along the wall. Rolling Stone was sitting in the center: the cover was gray, Stevie Nicks was wearing red. I took it home, and read through the article at least three times that night.

I kept that magazine on the floor next to my bed for the next four years, so I could pick it up and read it again before I fell asleep. I stopped and stared at this picture so many times, the page started to fall off its staple.

You have to understand, when I was in high school, every cell in my body gave a shit about Stevie Nicks. I learned to sleep on my back so I could wear headphones to bed, so I could fall asleep listening to Stevie Nicks. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would get out of bed, drag my blanket behind me down the hall to the living room, pile all the throw pillows on the floor in front of the television, and watch videos of Stevie Nicks with the sound down so low I could barely hear it because I didn’t want to wake my parents, till the sky outside the windows started to glow blue-gray and I had to go back to bed again. If my high school self could have gotten an account on Last.fm, every song on it would have been by Stevie Nicks. Aside from a brief crush on a sophomore year English teacher, there was no one I wanted to fuck / be adopted by more than Stevie Nicks.