I have been listening to Stevie Nicks' silver words since I was twelve years old.
I don't think I ever thought I would still be here, singing along to the sound of her voice when I was almost fifty.
I never believed I would see Stevie in my lifetime, because Fleetwood Mac had disbanded and re-formed over and over throughout the years, plus Stevie never seemed to perform outside of the US, and I never would never have enough money to go to America to see her there.
But, making my fortieth year for me, I had the pleasure of seeing Fleetwood Mac for the very first time, when they toured the UK with their Say You Will album tour. I might have cried during Rhiannon, because her performance was just so moving and magical. There were tears in GJ's eyes too, as I recall. And he's not a man to cry easily...
Then, a couple of years back, I saw them perform again, this time at Wembley in London, for their Unleashed tour. Admittedly, these days they tour without Christine McVie because she prefers a quieter, English provincial, life but I honestly believe Stevie and Lindsay are the powerhouse of the band nowadays, leaving the bold, bad John and Mick to provide the same, solid, powerful percussive background that they have done for all of their lives together.
Yet, when I heard last year that Stevie was touring the USA with Rod Stewart I have to admit that I was puzzled. I wondered how this pairing would work onstage and I have been guilty of castigating Rod over the years for 'selling out' (as I saw it) with songs such as ‘Hot Legs’ and wearing leopard skin leggings, when he could have been the biggest blues/soul singer the UK had ever seen. (Do Google Python Lee Jackson's 'In A Broken Dream' for more evidence, mes bloggy dahlinks).
So when it was announced (signalled to me on FaceSlapBook by my fab friend, Saz, bless your heart, my sweet!), that Rod would be playing London's Hyde Park this summer with Stevie supporting, I rushed to Ticketbarsteward's website like a person who'd never heard the words 'redundancy,' 'unemployment,' 'penury,' 'penniless' and 'workhouse'...
This weekend has been an absolute dream for me. I shall share more laters, m'dears!
(Always keep them guessing and wondering... That's what the Gold Dust Woman would say, after all!)
