Welp. I got my Fleetwood Mac Rumours CD. While listening intently, I had to laugh at my misinterpretations of the lyrics. What I thought I heard while laying in bed as a kid is so much different than the actual words. The songs make a lot more sense, now. (My versions included a lot more humming than the originals, too.) I like the album art.
After listening to it over and over again, in order, I played along on my drums. Then I went on YouTube to watch some live footage. I got sidetracked. I know now it was inevitable. I saw Stevie Nicks performing Rhiannon. (The whole band was there, of course.) I put my study of Fleetwood Mac’s history on hold and searched for Stevie Nicks.
I almost lived my entire life on earth without knowing about Stevie Nicks! Tragedy averted. I will admit, there were a few moments when I resented everyone I’ve ever known for not taking a few seconds out of their busy lives to inform me Stevie Nicks exists. (My inner 5-year-old is still pouting in the corner.) I know. How the hell did I not know? So I got over myself, and all is forgiven.
I wasn’t allowed to listen to popular music as a kid. I used to sing while my sister played piano at her recitals. It was the only exception. So at least I know about Barry Manilow. I was called the Human Tape Recorder growing up. Most of what I heard and repeated was without comprehension, which I suspect made it worse. My parents were strict about what I was exposed to, for obvious reasons.
I do remember an incident where I sang a song my sister taught me from Jesus Christ Superstar. Apparently, it was controversial or something. I was too young to notice (or care.) In a way, I’m glad I’m just discovering Stevie Nicks. It’s exciting. I listened to her in a few interviews on YouTube at various times in her career. She’s brilliant. (No Mariah Carey Syndrome.) That’s the point where I became a Stevie Nicks fan. I love her voice. She’s beautiful and fascinating. I feel like I won the jackpot and my face hurts from smiling so much. It’s been a joyful day. I’m off to read.