thinking about fleetwood mac and how they actually sang songs about each other. and performed them. about how much they loved or hated each other like what the fuck how
I mean can you imagine. singing about how somebody broke your heart and they’re literally harmonizing. they’re right fucking there. they’re in touching distance. insanity! complete insanity! I would either break down crying or fully snap and break their neck
fucking. silver springs!!! ‘you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!’ no fucking kidding he won’t stevie he’s literally behind you playing the drums! absolute madlads
This live performance feels like I’m watching my parents fighting in the kitchen
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I don’t know how to feel for the audience. Did they walk away from this
feeling like they’d seen the most epic/emotionally performance ever or
are they traumatized?!?!?]
This post made me go to Wikipedia to kind of refresh my context on what exactly was going on in Fleetwood Mac at the time, and I forgot what a total train wreck that band was. one guy went insane on LSD and quit, and then they had to beg for him to come back when another guy walked off to buy a magazine and never came back because he joined a cult. There were like three different divorces because of band members cheating with each other. They broke up entirely at the beginning of a megatour, and their manager responded by hiring a bunch of randos to pretend to be Fleetwood Mac so he wouldn’t lose the bookings, because in the 70’s you could just do whatever. Glorious.
How long ‘til Taylor Swift makes a Stevie Nicks biopic that’s really about the whole Laurel Canyon scene and do you think she’ll star or just produce and cameo?
Also I knew a girl who told me this story that she went clubbing with her cousin once, and at the end of the night the cousin was like “let’s go to Jack’s place”
So they went up into the hills, got buzzed in at a gate, there are other girls there and obviously they and the cousin are used to this, walk in to a kitchen with the glasses and the ice and the gin and the tonic and the cut limes laid out, and prepare their drinks, and head out to the hot tub - and if this wasn’t the exact hot tub Polanski banged that girl in, it would be its successor - and there, of course, is Jack Nicholson.
And the girls take off their clothes and get in, and so does she, and then suddenly all the girls started making out with each other, and Jack turned to her and said
“You know, I’ve had sisters, but I’ve never had cousins.”
She was really freaked out and got out of there.
She told this story five or six times one night shortly after, and each time afterwards she was left looking at the listener, waiting for commiseration, and they blinked at her, uncomprehending, and said “wait, you turned down sex with Jack Nicholson?”
I was one of them, and I’d do it again. I mean, if you’ve seen Stevie Nicks lately she’s on a roughly comparable glide path, but if she told me to get down on my knees and eat her, like, she’s Stevie fucking Nicks, you know?
