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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 fuck 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 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.
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4 Comments

  • Reply Kate May 1, 2009 at 2:55 am

    I feel sad that I’ve never had the desire to follow someone down til the sound of my voice haunts them. I wonder if it’s a matter of laziness or pride? Maybe if I really loved someone I’d toss aside any concerns of how they viewed me and stalk the hell out of them.

  • Reply That Chelsea Girl™ September 1, 2009 at 6:51 pm

    I can only listen to Fleetwood Mac if I'm in a really sleepy, dreamy sort of mood…otherwise it puts me in a sleepy, dreamy mood…haha.

  • Reply MelRoXx September 2, 2009 at 6:38 am

    Agree with Chelsea girl, I listen to Fleetwood Mac when I'm feeling lazy, and then again…

  • Reply Jamie-Michelle June 3, 2010 at 3:18 am

    I just happened to stumble upon this, but that being said, I totally agree. Now I expect to find some epic romance, but its not going to happen… is it?
    Damn them!
    I fell in love with fleetwood mac after learning about stevie nicks through practical magic, when i was quite young.
    Maybe this is why I have so much drama in my relationship now? We just need to find our own Lindsey…
    (Don't think thats possible though)

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