Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Damn You Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham!
I blame you for my warped view of love!
You've doomed me to believe that I'll never know what real love is unless I have the urge to write 150 songs about some dude involving the words "angel", "destiny", "or crystal-something". Of course he would have to write angry, less poetic, monosyllable songs attacking my character and talent. I would have to wear layers of billowy chiffon and a hairstyle that looks like a goose down pillow exploded on my head; he would have to have a huge 70's white man 'fro, wear chest hair embellishing v-necks with gold chains, and platform shoes though he's already six feet tall. He would have to play the guitar with no pic and glare at me onstage when a lyric referred to me. I would twirl around a lot. We'd go do a line of coke, then go **** backstage.
Yeah, that's real love.
Fleetwood Mac's reunion live show, "The Dance", premiered when I was fourteen years old. I don't recall listening to Fleetwood Mac before then but became transfixed when I saw the music video for the concert's "Silver Springs" on VH1's Top Twenty (I miss you late 90's VH1!). I saw this woman singing passionately about love and heartbreak and halfway through the set, turn towards the guitarist next to her and start screaming, "I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you! You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you!" Why was she yelling at this man? But more importantly, why did I find that man dashingly attractive when he's older than my Dad and I'm fourteen years old?
After that day, I went out and bought every Fleetwood Mac CD I could that would explain the story on why this woman hated this man so much. What I got was an overwhelming soap opera of sex, drugs, loneliness, and confusion. I WANTED IN!
I wanted to wrap myself around someone's dreams, take a silver spoon and dig my grave, ring like a bell through the night, and see my reflection in the snow covered hills. I wanted to feel like those people did and I still do.
In my weak attempt to find my Silver Springs in the past, I probably created unnecessary drama just so I could feel something.
Something I could take home and write about at the end of the day.
So my apologies to the couple of people long ago that I brought into my imaginary Fleetwood Mac melodrama in my head.
You wouldn't have looked good in a WMA (White Man's Afro) or silk v-neck shirts anyways.
Posted by Hipstercrite at 6:36 AM
7 comments:
Melanie's Randomness said...
Fleetwood Mac songs have so much raw meaning that its unbelievable. Such a great post girl. Yeah that love mess between the two of them is epic. But I think its real. They have felt something...I too one day want to know that. She must love him cuz yeah your right she basically is screaming at him, but it makes one hell of a song. They really do rock on a whole different level!!
7:35 AM
Polly Syllabick said...
I miss late 90s VH1 so much my teeth hurt.
And apparently I have been trying to make my life a disastrous, goose-wearing, lyric-yelling, polyamorous Fleetwood Mac song for nearly a decade now. Thank you for helping me see the forest through the non-medicinal trees.
7:58 AM
Writing Womb said...
sadly, i have never knowingly listened to a stevie nicks song...but this post makes me want to listen ...cause I need to be reminded about drama...i have no drama in my life presently, but it's nice to live through it vicariously through anothers eyes!better than nothing!
9:45 AM
Hipstercrite said...
@Melanie- The interesting thing about Fleetwood Mac is that though Stevie and Lindsey's relationship ended decades ago, they were never fully able to move on because they had to see each other all the time, in very emotionally and physically straining situations (writing music, recording music, touring). Can you imagine seeing your ex ALL THE TIME like that?
@Polly- I miss it so much too.
And I'm kind of jealous of your life.
@Writing Womb- Solo Stevie NIcks is very different from Fleetwood Mac Stevie Nicks. I would start with Fleetwood Mac Stevie NIcks, then go to her solo. Her stuff is more interesting with FM because she had to deal with Lindsey (then Mick) all the time.
10:03 AM
WILDasaMINK said...
I think you should completely dive right back into that Fleetwood Mac melodrama you were living in. Ahhh Stevie...impressive style! This post is just one more reason I think you're so cool...just FYI, I think you're cool.
Anyway...so if you miss NY and the good ol' days of childhood visits to the Poconos, may I suggest you take a little visit over this way? You still have family in NY right-you're mom and grandmother??? or am I way off on that? All I'm hinting at is that you could swing thru NYC really
10:44 AM
Kristen said...
love this post... Fleetwood Mac was the first concert I ever went to at age 11 (it was the chain reunion tour) and I LOVED them. Then, it wasn't "cool" to like them in middle school, or whatever, so I took a break from them, tossing my concert tee way in the back of my childhood dresser.
You can imagine how happy I was when I when I found that in 2006 and realized it still fit.
10:52 AM
Jo said...
Unfortunately, I screwed up too many relationships with my seemingly effortless drama. And now I can blame my parents for bringing me up on Fleetwood Mac.
To be fair, she had a guy's name and he had a girl's name - the lines were blurry from the start.
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