Stevie mentions in Carol's book 'Storms'
 

I just finished reading 'Storms' last night. I managed to fly through it in two days while also attending Stevie's show Saturday night. I read some of the thread on Lindsey's board and I'm kind of getting the impression a lot of you guys either aren't going to read it or don't believe it. But what if some of it is true? I thought it was a great read regardless, and I even cried laughing a few times. It was ten times better than Mick's book. I was hooked from the first sentence to the last. This week I am going to go back through it and find parts (mostly Stevie mentions) that I really found interesting. My favorite thus far (I hope I don't get in trouble for copying this...I give her full credit!)

Beginning of chapter 2 page 6

The day after Lindsey told me about breaking up with Stevie, I was sitting on the floor in the reception room of Studio B when a tiny hummingbird of a woman brushed past me in a blaze of color, on a cloud of patchouli and ylang-ylang. I stared. I'd never seen anything so bright and dynamic before, so compelling, so intensely certain of the vibe she created.

I watched as she jumped up onto a scuffed, low table in the center of that dingy gray room with its shabby carpets and grubby open shelving, creating a stage, inviting an audience. She moved and spoke at lightning speed, sniffing, pushing stray locks of long, blonde hair out of her eyes, smoothing her peasant blouse, swishing her silken skirts to create a backing track as she started to describe her Acapulco holiday.

"Like...mystical...and the moonlight...and so translucent, and kinda deep dark, dancing under the stars, and the ocean, there, black and pounding -"

Words just poured out of her, words and sniffs, then after pausing, "It was life-changing. Life changing!" She sniffed again.

I'd just met Stevie Nicks. She was without a doubt the most mesmerizing woman I'd ever encountered. I didn't need to be told that she was a star. Her light was blinding. People gathered around. I sat transfixed, still on the floor, and looking up at this five-foot-nothing exquiste firebrand.

One more part
 

They seemed to make fun of her a lot. I love Stevie and I would never ever change a thing about her, but I have to admit, this part had me crying with laughter. I will post this as well and then I'm off to find some more parts. This sort of reminded me of myself because my two cats are like my children. I would never compare them to a human, but I get made fun of a lot. (Btw, did anyone read the part about what Lindsey said to Mick Jagger??!!! OMG!!! I nearly DIED!!! LOL!!!!!)

Oh, before I type this. This was on the Rumours tour right after Lindsey had his seizure. She had just described in full detail how scary it was to watch Lindsey, thinking he might die, and how the band still made him play that night.This is what happened later in the morning -


Feeling as though I'd never smile again - much less laugh - I followed Lindsey across the hotel lobby in a daze. Suddenly a hand pulled insistently on my arm and I looked up to see Stevie Nicks.

"Carol, I heard about what happened this morning and I know just how you must be feeling!" she said in her low, husky voice.

"You do?"

"Of course I do! My poodle Jenny - I just love her to pieces - got shut inside the sunroom of my house in Phoenix and she almost died! It was horrible! The room was so hot that she collapsed and by the time I found her she was lying in a little heap, gasping for breath. It scared me to death, you know. I cried and cried. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that." With a squeeze of her hand to bolster me against the horror of her personal tragedy, she swept away regally and walked out into the sunshine.

What? She's comparing what happened to LIndsey to a near-death experience of her poodle? Standing frozen in my tracks, I tried to make sense out of what she'd just told me.

And I started to laugh, giggling hysterically, as I followed her outside to the limos. I felt like banging my head on top of the car to try to get back to planet Earth. Jesus! Has the whole friggin' world gone crazy?

Lindsey looked at me as though I'd lost my mind. "What's so funny?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face, unable, I'm sure, to understand how I could be laughing after that morning's events.

"Oh Lindsey, oh Lord, you're not going to believe what just happened!" I gasped, trying to stop giggling long enough to get the words out. His eyes widened in disbelief as I told him the exact words of Stevie's "comforting" story.

Now laughing as hard as I was, he spluttered, "That woman's wacko, I swear. Even for her, that's pretty out there! But seriously, Carol, did she make you feel better?" As I nodded we both broke into fresh peals of laughter and it felt wonderful. "Hey Carol, you should have asked Stevie if she was sure it was the heat in her sunroom or if maybe 'little Jenny' had just OD'd on blow." And we started to laugh all over again. Stevie's poodle Jenny was infamous for its love of cocaine. Stevie had told many a story backstage of her poodle's fondness for the taste of blow. She said that she couldn't leave a packet on any of her tables at home - if she did, the dog would eat it, paper and all - and then run around in little energetic circles.

After the horrific morning we'd had, we both owed Stevie a solid "thank you" for inadvertenly making both of us feel better. Even if we were laughing at her this time, all that mattered was that she did, indeed, lighten our spirits. Who knows, I mused, maybe Stevie's so brillant that she knew it'd take a bizzare out-of-left field story to cut through my shock. I smiled as I replayed our encounter in my head.

Thanks for sharing~ this IS soo Stevie~ I can just picture the five foot 1 little nut!!!:lol:

Okay, I know this is the Stevie room, but I was wondering what this person thought of Chris...

Anyone want to post a passage about Carol's take on her?

My dogs are like my kids -- so, I totally get La Nicks' story.

Also - if a dog ate a pack of coke, it would in all probability die.

she is so clearly bitter. note how she has to include the "sniffs" - the "sniffing."

lame. ass.

There's a passage about Christine's granny knickers that I might just transcribe later on, because it had me in stitches. :laugh:

Oh, and both Songbird and Oh Daddy are about Curry Grant. According to Carol she later on changed the meanings to what the fans have always speculated, Songbird being 'for everyone' and Oh Daddy being about Mick.

I'll have to come back and read these later, but WOW...thanks for posting these.

I wanna get this book (and some ylang ylang oil!)

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I found some more hilarious parts last night. If I get time tonight after work, I will post a few more. I remember the part about Christine's 'granny knickers' and I will try to post that as well. LOL!!! Did Carol say they were on display at the police station or something?? I can't remember now, but god, that was funny!!!

Jackie

OMG!

I cannot wait for my copy to arrive!

I LOVE the Stevie dog story!! I was giggling myself when I read it - it'd be the same sort of thing I'd say! Except I did lose my little darling this year :distress: .

PLUS - I totally loved the Patchouli mention! I love to burn it around the house and put drops of it into scarves etc!

Here's the part about the house, because it's just so damn funny...

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As Lindsey pulled over and parked his Beemer next to a huge white Spanish house , I head a voice echoing above our heads that I recognized. Looking up, I saw Stevie Nicks standing on one of the balconies overhanging the street. Lindsey swore as he grabbed my hand, pulling me up a flight of stairs that led to the open front door of the house.

"I can't believe that Stevie got to this house first! Damnit it! I'm going to find a new realtor, I swear to God!" Lindsey tossed over his shoulder at me as we raced into the house and up a huge staircase inside.

Stevie laughed as soon as she saw Lindsey's scowling face from her perch of the balcony of the huge living room. "Great house, Lindsey. What a surprise to see you here!" she teased in her husky voice. "I just might buy it! You really must see the fire place in the master bedroom! It's perfect for me!"

"Whatever, Stevie. Who's your realtor? Satan?" Lindsey snapped back.

"I wouldn't say that... but my realtor has enough mystical powers to know to bring me here an hour before you! And anyway, he got the listing last night from your realtor!" Laughing at the dark scowl still on Lindsey's face, she continued. "Oh, Lindsey, don't be such a spoilsport. This is a perfect girl's house...I really like it...oh, hi, Carol," Stevie added as an afterthought.

I don't believe a word of this "..." BS! :wavey:

I'm having a hard time believing it also. It all comes across as completely... fictional.

Even the **** we already know seems to be twisted around somehow.

I don't doubt a word of it. It seems ridiculous that if you spent that amount of time with a bunch of people who were rich, famous, neurotic as hell, and doing copious amounts of drugs, that you would need to fabricate stories.
If anything, you would want to edit extreme **** out.
The only thing I find hard to believe is why she waited so long to publish it.
It is decades past the point where a large numebr of people even care about any of this. It isn't like it is going to make any real money. That ship sailed long ago.

I agree. But, I think the release has been delayed several times this decade.

I also agree that she is not making shiitte up for the reasons you say. Now, she could be adding some stretchers :laugh:

In the end, it is her story to tell because she was there. So, I do not fault her one bit. I mean LB wrote about her in songs and talked about her in the BTM special - both of which were for profit. So, why shouldn't she?

I highly doubt the "..."

I suspect we shall soon see excerpts at http://www.weeklyworldnews.com/


oh the tales I could weave about my 20s. :nod:

^
Read it, you guys. For starters there are just too many inaccuracies (one big glaring one as well) and secondly, the whole feel of the book is just off. It alternates between bouts of over the top gushiness to downright resentment towards the band and it's individual members. One would expect nothing else from someone that was as close to Fleetwood Mac as she apparantly was, but throughout the entire book (and I am about halfway so far) the resentment becomes the thin red line, making the gushing look incredibly forced and fake. And that's what bothers me, because she is only focusing on the supposed bad stuff. 98% of all of the conversations or interactions between Lindsey and the band, or her and the band or Lindsey and Stevie are tinted with hostility. Like she turned around every conversation to make it fit into her tale of 'Lindsey and Carol: United against the bad people of Fleetwood Mac', deliberately leaving out all the happier or loving moments. And surely, those must have taken place also.

Like it was said somewhere else, she's completely romanticizing their tale and making it seem like they cared about nobody else and nobody cared about them. I just have a hard time accepting everything she says as the gospel truth, especially if you take those inaccuracies into consideration.

I have no doubt that some of her recollections are spot on, but overall I am still taking this with a huge grain of salt.

Christine's granny knickers
 

If this book is true, false, fabricated, whatever, it's still a good read. I just don't take it too seriously. I thought it was hilarious! Here is the part about Chris's underwear -

Christine could out-drink any man but had never learned to do girly things or dress up like a homecoming queen. Once, dirving to a band photo shoot with Richard Avedon, one of the world's famous photographers, she was pulled over by the NYPD, who suspected they'd seen her snorting coke as she drove. Fortunatly she'd snorted the entire stash, so there was no proof. But to her humiliation and fury she'd been strip-searched while wearing the large graying pair of knickers we all keep in the bottom of our lingerie drawer. "I was saving my new pink silk ones for the shoot!" she screamed at us all, still raging, when she arrived. "I was wearing my usuals!"

"Oh my God, Chris, not the cotton English granny knickers?" Stevie gasped. Big knickers weren't Stevie's style. From a wealthy family, she'd grown up in silk.

Christine nodded and burst into tears.

John Courage leapt to his feet, shaking his fist. "I'll have their badges!" he promised.

Christine was a guys' girl, a good sport-think Katherine Hepburn's elegance and boyish charm, or Hilary Swank in Million Dollar Baby. She was earth and tough, despite the pure voice and poignant love songs she wrote. She was the band mother, as Stevie was the wayward band child.

Playing a joke on Stevie
 

One more part -

Another rule was that if any band members played silly games, we could all join in. With her mystical naivete, Stevie was an easy target for jokes as the males in the band bonded and weapt and swore botherhood in maudlin drunkenness. At the start of the Rumours tour, Stevie had left her hard contact lenses in while she partied for two days to celebrate the band's success, and had worn off her cornea. After being carried piggyback onto the stage by the famed promoter Bill Graham, she struggled through the rain-swept gig, wincing every time the spotlight hit her, and was immediately ordered by the doctor to keep her eyes bandaged for a few days. It was too much of a temptation for the jokers, even for her regular band of adoring girlfriends who traveled everywhere with her. For the entire four days that she was blinded, they dressed her in outrageous outfits - "You look really pretty today," we'd all grin- they put food and drink just out of her reach, and set booby traps for her to fall into. Very childish, of course, but we laughed like idiots. There was a touch of cruelty about it, but there was that boarding school undertone in much of the joshing that Mick and the two Johns initiated.

I do. Every word. 'specially the part about Christine's discolored granny panties. Nasty thing.

Christine = mother, old, graying granny underwear
Stevie = child, young, silk panties

I want Carol to join the ledge!

I'd buy her drinks and feed her all night long. I am sure she held stuff back.

if you believe a line from this then you must think that the Enquirer is the bible... so bogus! the stories sound so contrived and conspired Carol is a has-been that never-was trying to capitalize on an obvious rebound relationship she had 30 years ago, i'm sure she was probably high most of the time too...

I know - I would keep the booze a flowin and the tape a runnin!

Click "record" for pure gold. (Enquirer 3:16)

Hey Sparky --- That last comment is classic!

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

(See, I'm STILL laughing.)

This isn't exactly a Carol take on her. (Remember I am a slow reader and not as far as the rest of the class...) But here is something about Chris being the "heavy", as it were.

This is a part early in the book where Lindsey takes Carol Ann to a Post Rumors party. (FYI Stevie is a no show.) Apparently, Chris starts asking Carol Ann all sorts of questions about her background, what she does now, etc. etc. Carol Ann says that she and her live-in boyfriend make bootlegs of concerts. They sneak in a mike and a tape recorder and then later produce colored vinyl LP's for sale.

Chris asks her if she is planning to pirate Rumors and Carol Ann bleaches and says something like "OH NO! I would never do that."

Then our little Carol Ann has passed "the test" and the band decides she is alright and can become a member of the inner circle. (Lindsey is gushing and so proud of his "little girl.")

BTW...Chris was the member - delegated to interrogate little Carol Ann, who is viewed as a very innocent, delicate, child. There are many apologies about "sorry to put you through that but we HAD to know, etc. etc."

Then the party is descibed and Carol Ann says people end up having to use the bathroom a lot -- quickly and frequently, even while they are still talking (cocaine reference) and she can't quite figure out why.

Yes, it seems to get humorous as little innocent Carol Ann tells her story, like she is the little lamb and the rest are wolves in sheep's clothing. Only thing is that she is so naive', I can't tell if she is serious or just plain "stahoopid".

^^^^^

Sounds hysterical.

I am so buying this. It promises to be more entertaining than anything a member of the band has done in years. It is certainly the most interesting thing posted about on the ledge in forever.

Thanks, Betsy

I suspect Carol Ann is "Caroline" from TITN.

Have you ever wondered why Stevie never plays an instrument on stage? This is what Carol had to say about her first rehearsal for the Rumours tour :

The first person I saw was Stevie Nicks, sitting on the edge of a wooden crate with an acoustic guitar strapped around her neck. Lindsey was leaning over her with his hands on his head in a classic pose of frustration. As I approached, unseen, Lindsey let out a loud wail of frustration.

"Jesus, Stevie! You said you wanted to play guitar on 'Go Your Own Way'! This sounds like ****! It's easy to play, so what's the problem? Try it again. Now!"

Stevie bent her head over the guitar and slowly, painstakingly tried to make it thorugh the opening guitar riff of "Go Your Own Way." She sounded like a child playing her big brother's Gibson acoustic. John, Mick, and Christine were all lounging in the front row of metal chairs, not even trying to muffle their snickers and laugher.

Lord help me, I said to myself, could I have picked a worse time to arrive?

Lindsey let out another "Arrghh!" at full volume and began to stomp away from Stevie toward the cheap folding chairs. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me standing just outside the circle of light. His angry expression left his face, replaced with a glow of pleasure as he walked quickly twoard me. Cringing inside, I felt all eyes upon me as I unwillingly became the center of attention. The band swiveled in their chairs, vodka tonics in hand, to become spectators to play that was unfolding before them. As Lindsey reached me, he picked me up and swung me around in his arms. Looking over his shoulder, I could see Stevie standing up - anger and disgust etched on her face. With a toss of her hair, she took the guitar from around her neck and threw it on the floor. She then stalked off into the gloom behind the stage.

Aside from the Lindsey and Mick Jagger 'meeting', which I won't spoil for you guys still wanting to read this book, the following part had me in stitches the most:

She told me she wanted to talk to me about Lindsey and my relationship with him. Please no, I thought desperately. I can't deal with another scene right now. I really can't. I started to pull away from her but found that her slim fingers were holding me tightly. Trapped, I waited with resignation for whatever was coming.

I got a thirty-minute lecture about how to be the perfect woman for Lindsey. She told me that she was aware of how difficult it must be to live with him. She should know, she said. We both began laughing and I started to relax. She went on and on about how perfect Lindsey and I were for each other. After fifteen minutes she started talking about auras and visions and for the life of me I couldn't really make sense of what was she saying. I mean, Stevie's philosophy about "Life with Lindsey Buckingham" was so mystical and otherworldly that a mere mortal had no hope of understanding it. ( :laugh: )

After twenty-five minutes my head was spinning. I knew that Lindsey must be wondering where I was, and just when I was about to make my excuse to Stevie and tell her thanks for the talk but I gotta go, I heard a voice behind me say, "OK. That's great. It's a wrap in here." Turning in shock, I saw that a camera crew had filmed the entire discussion. With my back to them, I had no idea that they were there - but Stevie knew. As soon as they said, "It's a wrap," she smiled sweetly at me and swept out of the room.

Unh! I can't believe what just happened! She just used me for one of her "crystal vision" speeches and it's all on ****in' tape! I can't friggin' believe it! How embarrassing is this? Oh my God.

Oh, I'm probably sure she's Lurking around here somewhere... reading all of this, knowing her book was just released... LOL !!! I was thinking that when I first started reading the 'threads'...

Donnie Wayne ~

Hell...
 

the stories I could share with people about my younger days would make people freak the hell out, and those stories are still continuing now in my personal life.

You are right. Carol Ann says that in the last chapter and that Tango in the Night (song) is also about her.

I got kinda bored last night, so I skipped and read the last chapter to see if I will even stay with this thing. The tone changes and it is sad...almost like someone else is writing the book, compared to the writing style of the first part. (Damn, I wish I had taken that speed reading class..)

By skipping to the end, I am now intrigued enough to finish reading it. You Ledgies have made me realize the humor in the Stevie parts. It reminds me of a combination of Shakespearean plays. Lindsey is Hamlet - (that boy has a lot of issues) and Carol Ann is Ophelia (extremely in love and happily picking flowers). Mick is the comical character, sexual and earthy. Chris and John are the background cast being supportive, and hanging around with a vodka drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

And Stevie, you just gotta love Stevie. The references of her and her girlfans "slinking to the shadows of the stage" (during Rumours rehearsals), reminded me of the witches in MacBeth. Stevie is as sinister as Iago, and yet, comical and loveable. The comments Carol Ann makes about her - what she says, what she does and what she wears, well....to see those two get down in the dirt and kick up gravel, is just some good entertainment.

Yes, and let's not forget the part where Stevie tells Carol she got hives because of her. :lol:

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

I got this book about 3p.m yesterday and am a little more than halfway thru it. What's pissing me off the most is from the get-go, it's "i'm SO strong...been in the muic biz FOR YEARS....." she starts off barely 18 going into the Rumours aspect of life. What "years" does she have under her belt? And since when is booting music biz experience, ASIDE from the fact that it was mostly her ex doin' it.

Then she folds everytime Linds has a tantrum. So she's storng/weak, strong/weak. Women like this drive me batty. Get a backbone for chris'ake.

OTHERWISE, I am completely enamored w/ the fact that we are getting different perspectives on what it must have been like during the Rumours heyday. Nothing like reading a book that DOES NOT START "in the beginning.....Peter Green.....blah, bllah, blah" I'm taking each chapter w/ a grain of salt as far as authenticity, but hey, whatever. For as guilty as I feel reading it, there are some intersting aspects.

And as friggin' HOT as LB is...I'm grateful she's not getting THAT into their sex life. I prefer my daydreams, and c'mon, the guy is married and has kids that may well read this one day. YUCK! "ewww...Daad!" :p