Stevie mentions in Carol's book 'Storms'

[highwaywomen]

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.