|Rolling Stone January 29, 2015|
Climbed a mountain and I turned around.
Reading the lyrics of "Landslide" by Stevie Nicks alone does not capture the beauty of the song. It's meant to be heard with the music and her heart filling in the gaps that the poetry cant's express. Sentiment is flushed out in melody and voice.
It's Stevie's month apparently. First, I see the old television performance; now, she has landed in my mailbox on the cover of "Rolling Stone."
Stevie is the original, who is still rockin' it out at whatever age she is now. I saw Fleetwood Mac last year, without Christine McVie who has now returned to the band, and saw for my own eyes that like Barbra in "Funny Girl," Stevie loves her man. And his name is Lindsey Buckingham.
In the "Rolling Stone" interview Brian Hiatt says, "But the show's core spectacle is still Nicks and Buckingham excavating and re-excavating their ancient romantic grievances. Whatever goes on up there - and it reliably veers between spite and helpless affection- Nicks insists they never fake it ..."
Nicks says, "You can go onstage and have a bit of a love affair ... and when you go back to your separate dressing rooms, it's over. But while you're on stage it's real. And if it isn't real, people would really know it."
Hiatt reported that in 2013, Buckingham said, "and to have to produce her and in a sense be a part of the engine that was helping her move even farther away from me- to never get the closure you get when breaking up with someone by not seeing them. Because we had to continue to be in this pressure cooker and do the right things for the band. It was a difficult emotional time for years, and I think it took its toll in terms of my emotional availability and my temper." For as arrogant as Buckingham appears on stage, the quote reveals something of him that softens my impression of him.
I'm just going to go with what I have so far here. It is impossible to figure out or write about what is sacred between two people. I identify with this particular story more than can be expressed in a blog on the Internet without a sound track and effects.