Miranda
 

What or who do you think this song is about?

I've heard speculation that it's about Anne Heche or Carol Ann, but does anyone else think this song is mainly about Stevie? I've been listening to it a lot lately and am convinced that it is about her. :nod:

Although my opinion was pretty unpopular on Mick's board, I'm gunna say that "Miranda" is the only one that is about Anne Heche. I think that "Come" is not about Anne Heche... the live performance in Dublin and the fact that he came out and said "It's about Anne Heche" were lightbulbs for me on that one.

So, :laugh: Miranda= Anne Heche, Come is not about Anne Heche. :laugh:

But I'm probably totally wrong. ;)

Yeah, I thought Come was rather suspicious. It didn't seem like Lindsey to come out and say "This is about that cracker!"

I just think that Miranda totally describes Stevie's career, the "lion", and her thirst for the spotlight. :)

"Miranda" is about a girl who was abused by her father, and turns to substances and craves attention in order to escape.

Lindsey also sings that she "can't stand to be loved, but she loves to be seen."

That's clearly Anne Heche, and not Stevie.
Heche has alleged that her father abused her, and has talked about being uncomfortable with her fame (yet it's obvious she craves that attention).
Stevie, on the other hand, seems to have a wonderful relationship with her father, and makes no bones about the fact that she loves it when people love her. She eats up adoration.

Based on the lyrics of each, I'd be far more inclined to believe that "Come" is about Stevie, than I ever would to believe that "Miranda" is.

I thought...
 

"Miranda" was about a porn star friend of the band?? I remember reading that (Or so I thought) back awhile ago...

Brian j.

Re: I thought...
 

I also remember reading something about it being about a porn star... but I don't know if Lindsey ever came right out and said that, or if it was just speculation by someone in the press.

No, Lindsey never said Miranda was about a porn star. That was a flippant remark by someone in the press reviewing the album. I think the guesses amongst fans were between Miranda or Silver Girl as to what the writer was taking about, because even the writer didn't make clear which song he/she was referring to.

This has got to be his darkest song. Gives me chills.

It is pretty killer, isn't it? I love it.

They should have released this as a single... I totally believe that it has all the makings of a sleeper-hit.

The right video could have put this one on top. I agree it had the best potential as a single.

Oh, and yes, it's surely about Anne Heche not Stevie. Come is another story. ;)

I always thought Miranda was about a model (or models in general.) With Kristen being a photog, it might fit.

Paula

I thought the same thing when I first heard the song.

Did you read this somewhere? I'd love a link if you have one.

I always interpreted it to be mostly about Stevie because it reads as if it could be about her.

If you read the book, Call Me Crazy by Anne Heche, you'll see how this song is completely about her. :nod:

I tried to finish it, but I ran out of TP.

anne heche
 

I never knew what this song was about! So Anne Heche hey.. now yes this may be a well known fact but what does Anne Heche have to do with Lindsey??

From, the uninformed Jayne~~

Uhm, yeah... in the lyrics! :laugh:

Re: anne heche
 

They used to date. :eek:

Shocking, I know, but everyone is entitled to a lapse in judgement. Even Lindsey Buckingham. :laugh:

Re: anne heche
 

Lindsey & Anne dated for a while around 1992/1993. :)

I never took it that way at all, but I can see where you draw that interpretation from.

Unfortunately, I don't think it's about Anne Laffoon. :)

If that is what the song is about, I find it rather ironic that Stevie had no qualms singing about child abuse but refused to sing about sex on "Come." :laugh:

Why would she have a problem singing on something so deep and meaningful as "Miranda"?

"Come," by Lindsey's own admission, isn't the nicest of songs... so it doesn't surprise me that she wouldn't want to sing on a fairly bitter, "kiss-off" song, that could easily be interpreted as being about her.

Obviously, for one reason or another, Stevie had no worries that "Miranda" was about her. :) :nod:

To be frank, I think "Miranda" is one of Lindsey's fluffiest tunes; I don't see a thing "deep" and "meaningful" about it. It's just more weird stuff from the genius we call Lindsey, nothing more, nothing less. JMO. Then again, I think it's quite difficult for someone to write a song about child abuse and not make it seem superficial and out of place.

I never thought it was about child abuse per se. I thought of it as a song about someone mentally and emotionally tortured. I disagree on the fluff. The lyrics and the music both creep me out.

Hmmm... I had always assumed it was about Carol Ann, mostly because of the following lines:

She sticks the camera right into her arm
....
She sees her face in another magazine

Wasn't Carol Ann a photographer and a model?
But these could both apply to Anne Heche, too.

One of his fluffiest?!? Egads! You're gonna give me a heartache here!
"Oh Diane" would fall into that category, but "Miranda" sure wouldn't!

This song is friggin' brilliant, and one of the best songs Lindsey has ever written, lyrically.
I mean, wow... there is SO much going on there, I can't believe anyone would ever use a term like "fluff" to describe it! :eek:Tell that to Suzanne Vega ("Luka") and Pat Benatar ("Hell Is For Children")!

By the way, I should add that I don't feel that "Miranda" is about child abuse, but rather about a woman who was abused as a child.

Maybe fluff was the wrong word. LOL :laugh: The lyrics are alright, but they always left me rather cold. I always thought they were rather dull, as if he was trying to say "Hey, don't you get how brilliant these are?" Some of them seem asinine in places, but it's just personal taste. However, I love the song itself because the music is breathtaking. If you wanna talk good lyrics, let's talk "Peacekeeper" and "Murrow." :D

I'm rather shocked that you cited "Hell Is For Children" as a great song about child abuse. I adore Pat Benatar, but she really wrote a stinker with that song. What a contrived piece of drivel. Nothing like taking the message, whacking you over the head with it a few times, and then shoving it down your throat.

"Peacekeeper" and "Murrow" also have tremendous lyrics, of course... but I put "Miranda" right there with them. :)See, I've always felt that it was pretty darn good, even if the lyrics aren't necessarily the most ambiguous.
But then, ambiguity really wasn't the point of that song.

Ironically, it must have been just vague enough, given that religious groups protested because they thought it was about worshiping satan!!! :laugh:

I saw that on her BTM episode and laughed my ass off!!! Her hubby was funny, "Yeah, all children are going to HELL!" :laugh:

Anne Heche
 

I didn't know they dated!!!:eek:

Obviously by the word that Miranda is written about her they may not of ended on the happiest terms!!

So everyone.... who's Come about??? ;)

Jayne~~

Here I thought Lindsey was being the poet. I thought he was saying the camera is to an attention hound like a needle is to a drug addict. Miranda really craves attention in a way that is unhealthy. I thought he was equating it to drug addiction, but not that the person is an actual drug addict like Carol Ann or Stevie. :shrug:

Anne Heche got most of her fame from her high profile relationships rather than her work. Lindsey must have seen her strong desire to be famous as a negative. It sure was for him. Guess he was not high profile enough during his OOTC tour so she moved on.

Finally, someone who agrees with me! :laugh: :laugh:

I'm not crazy! Ok, well maybe just a little... ;)

Actually, I wasn't basing my interpretation that Miranda is a drug addict, on the "she sticks the camera right into her arm" line, which I agree is Lindsey's brilliant way of comparing her attention craving to that of a drug addict (specifically a herion addict) sticking the needle into their arm to get their fix.

However, there are a couple of other lines that I did interpret to mean that Miranda does abuse substances.
Namely:
"The walls all close in, as the fancy takes flight."
"She slips down headlong into the night."
and "All the daylight is poison to her eyes... she slips down the shade and lets herself drown."

All of which, to me, sound like they're eloquently describing someone falling into a drug-induced state. An altered reality.

Anyway, that's just how I interpreted them. :)

This is making me angry.
 

LOL

Hearing speculation about Miranda is only making me mad because all those "journalists" out there won't ASK Lindsey (or Stevie) about the songs!!!!!! :mad: I am sick of reading the SAME OLD crap about FM, the backstory, etc. I wanna hear what Miranda is about. I wanna hear more about Red Rover, WHY did Smile at You take a turn from angry flaming screaming to what we have on SYW. I love both versions, but I'm curious.

Grrrr....

Very disappointing. :(

And further to add...
I think the disconnect between the dark lyrics and the sunny, bouncy music is genius. Kudos Linds.

It's bouncy, yet disturbing. You've got those grating guitar sounds countering the nice bluesy acoustic riff. Genius indeed.

I am so confused, Lindsey Buckingham and Anne Heche? Isn't she a lesbian? Why would they be linked as a couple?

Here ya go...
 

Call Me Crazy
by Anne Heche
(c) Scribner, 2001
pp. 154-158

As luck would have it, I got an offer to go to North Carolina to act in a TV-movie of Young Indiana Jones stories. I couldn't believe it, I was going to meet the man who made the very first movie I saw - Mr. George Lucas. I didn't contain my glee at getting parts, I still don't. Every part I get I scream for joy. I feel lucky when I get hired, and when the luck is this good, I jump and shout. Each and every one of my roles I feel I got for a reason. A reason that would shape the rest of my life and lead me to the next place that I was supposed to go--not only in my career. Every single thing that happened in my life happened for a reason, and I mean everything.

Without my father, my mother, and my childhood, I wouldn't be where I am today. Without each part, each role, each place, I traveled I wouldn't be writing this book. If I hadn't done the Young Indy series, I wouldn't have met Lindsey. And Lindsey was worth a meet.

There was a layover in the flight from North Carolina to LA and I got off the plane. As I liked to do back then, I played the game of "Who's the cutest person in the airport?" If you've never played, it's really fun, and it's played exactly like it sounds. You ask yourself who the cutest person in the airport is and then you find them. Well, my eyes were gazing and my mind straying when I came upon a guy in all black. Black from head to toe.

Now, we were in the boonies, remember, and not many people were dressed in black. In fact, no one was. We're talking floral and flannel. Black was way too mod in these parts. Of course I had to move closer. I was really curious now because the guy was standing in line for my plane. He was really skinny, which also made him stand out, because along with the floral and flannel look these people had goin', they were not turning down cheese and pie at the dinner table, if you know what I mean. He was wearing sunglasses, this guy, so I couldn't really see his eyes, but either way, he got my vote. If not for looks--at least originality.

I got on the plane and lo and behold who was I sitting next to? Mr. Black on black on black himself. I scooted into my first-class seat (I got to sit in first class when a movie company flew me around) and tried not to look under his glasses to see if he was worth the vote. He was paying absolutely no attention to me but was fiddling with a cassette player and headphones, which interested me as well. As I was casually looking absolutely nowhere, he plopped a tape down in that middle section between the seats and I casually had to look right at it. It was labeled DRUM TRACKS. What are drum tracks? I wondered, thinking it was obvious, but kind of wanting to know
from him.

"Are you a drummer?" I innocently asked as he was readying to put on the earphones.

"Ah . . . no. No, I'm not."

"Oh." I was still curious. "Are you a musician?"

"Ah . . . yes. Yes, I am."

"Neat," I said--and could have popped a lollipop into my mouth. "What do you play?"

"Guitar" he answered simply and sort of smiled, but more like a Mona Lisa kind of smile, not the real thing.

"Neat."

That got a for-real smile. I guess he liked the word "neat."

"You ever play with anyone I might have heard of?"

Now he was full-on smiling. I guessed that of course he hadn't. Didn't I see the Podunk town we were flying out of?

"You ever hear of Fleetwood Mac?"

"Fleetwood Mac?" I said it like I had to chew on it. "I don't think so, no. Why, should I have?"

By the way he was looking at me, I thought he thought I should have. "No, not especially."

"I still think it's neat, though. Are you going to LA to try your luck?"

"Something like that, yeah," he said. And then he took off his glasses. He didn't know that I was playing a game, but if he had, I would have told him that he was worth the vote. Well, wouldn't you know he never got those phones to his ears? We talked the whole flight back to LA.

"This is gross . . . " he said as the plane was landing. "I've never asked a girl for her number on a plane ride before, but how about if I give you mine and you can call me if you ever want to go out and have a cup of coffee sometime?"

"Neat," I said. And accepted the cutest guy in the airport's number.

Betsy the playwright was picking me up at the airport. I met her down in Baggage so she wouldn't have to park her car.

"How was the flight?" she asked.

"Great, " I answered. "I met this really nice guy who gave me his number."

"Gross." She was disgusted.

"I know. I'll never call him, but he was nice."

"What was his name?" she asked as we put my bags in the backseat of her Toyota.

"Lindsey something."

"Lindsey who?"

"I can't remember," I said. "He's a musician."

"A musician?"

"Yeah."

She paused and looked at me sideways as she slammed her door. "Is he famous?"

"I don't think so," I said. "Maybe, though."

She was getting frustrated. My lack of pop culture knowledge had gotten in the way of our communication before. "Was he sitting in first class?" she asked.

"Yeah. That's how we met. He was sitting next to me."

"Buckingham? Was his last name Buckingham?"

"Yeah! That's it." I said it all excited like she had won the quiz.

"Lindsey Buckingham just gave you his phone number? Do you have any idea who he is, Anne?"

"Obviously not, B."

"He's the f**king lead guitarist of Fleetwood Mac, Anne!" She said it like I was a little stupid.

"Well how the hell an I supposed to know who Fleetwood f**king Mac is?"

Betsy rolled her eyes as we pulled into the airport traffic.

"You're calling him," she said. "If for no other reason except for me to meet him."

"You got it."

We drove for a minute.

"I can't believe you met Lindsey f**king Buckingham and didn't know who he was."

"I can't either." I wanted to agree.

"Was he cute?"

"He won my vote."

"Was he old?"

"Old? What's old?" I figured her definition and mine would be different.

"Does he have wrinkles?"

"No, no wrinkles."

Betsy and I were doing another play together that she wrote about abortion. Clinton was up for election and we were dead set on doing anything in our power to get the Republicans out. It was a one-woman show and I was the woman. I figured it would be a great excuse to call Mr. No Wrinkles. I asked him to come to the show after I made sure he was a Democrat.Older men I could handle, but Republicans were out.

He brought me a CD before we went to the show and I was blown away. I was blown away, and then he was blown away. At least that's what he said. Men will say anything to get a girl into bed, I'm aware of that now. I wanted to believe him, and he may have told the truth, but that doesn't negate my notion of older men and their need for youth. I was on board with another guy in his forties/almost fifties who was trying to be in his twenties.

Lindsey and I traveled together for a while while he was on tour, and I tried to be the good girlfriend groupie. We had fun for about a year. We played, we sang. But I was playing for him and not for me. I needed my own career and wasn't willing to sacrifice it for a rock star. I had just gotten cast in a John Frankenheimer movie and it seemed like the perfect time to make the split.

Good-bye Lindsey. Hello, Nashville.

it always amazes me how you ledgies quarrel about the litteral reference in the songs.

for me, lindsey created miranda. maybe based on experiences with anne heche, experiences with carol anne, experiences with stevie. who cares which one exactly? it's miranda. and that song would have been a cracker first single, although the biglovelike-lick could have been a tiny more different, the song still bounces in my head regularly, and those words freak me out. The screaming guiterparts are priceless...as always.

it's just a brilliant song. at least alot of us agree on that!:laugh:

Thank you Christy for sending all that!

...i dont know who lindsey BUCKINGHAM is!!!

Oh dear Anne Heche...