I''m a dove flying in slow motion as glass shatters in the background.
I''m the puke bucket Stevie uses after all that spinning and twirling.
Is she a cerified "white witch" or is this merely her claim?
I''m the coke residue seeping from her anus as she twirls madly to Gold Dust Woman.
I am the slow-mo shot of her whipping hair
I''m the black lacy shawl that Stevie alternatively drapes loosely around her shoulders and flaps around like wings. She should probably wear me over her haggard face but, alas, I have no say in these things.
Black Lacey Shawl
I''m two sets of doors at the end of a long hallway.
I''m the earlier version of the video that got tossed in the trash because Stevie looked fat.
I''m the curtains on the french doors that the wind machine just blew open.
I am the "handkerchief" sleeves and hemlines on her folksily handcrafted yet insanely expensive couture woolen dress.
I''m the rope-lighted treadmill Stevie clomps down like a clumsy baby eagle in Stand Back.
I am the single shining prism of light defracted by the crystal ball lying on an embroidered velvet unicorn pillow.
I''m the specially-made, suede platform boots that make the shrimpy Stevie at least 6 inches taller.
I''d rather be in a Christine McVie video.
I am the six empty cans of aqua net that it took to make Stevie''s hair have that tangled wild look appropriate for the video.
I''m that indefinable something that makes a star, despite career mistakes and bandmates who are technically better musicians.
I am Grace Slick, watching early MTV and smoking a joint, not fully comprehending why this demented blonde dwarf has a solo career and I do not.
I''m the bottle of Frizz-Ease, sitting neglected and forgotten in the dressing room.
I am fringe. Lots and LOTS of fringe.
I am Leon, her coke dealer, and I am always on the set. I may retire early!
I''m the sisters ... sisters ... sisters ... OF THE MOON.
We are an entire village of Siberian women able to eat this winter because we sold our hair for Miss Nick''s new set of extensions.%0D\
God bless you, tiny singing witch.
Svetlana and her sisters in their new pixie dos
What''s up with her and Lindsey Buckingham?
I am the treadmill which Stevie clomps forward on used for some puzzling effect viewers will not understand.
I''m the residue from the coke that was snorted off of Stevie''s ass.
I''m backup brunette #2. My vocals are like gossamer chiffon alongside brunette #1. We don''t stand out much, but we are somehow absolutely elemental to Stevieland.
I''m the slightly off kilter lipsynch. Stevie, goddess bless her, just can''t help actually singing the song rather than pantomiming her studio track. Try to love me for that.
I am the $50 tip that Stevie leaves the winsome coffeehouse waitress. Later, I will be reported to Star magazine
still remember this tidbit of info after 15 years
R21 is my new hero(ine).
LMAO @ OP!\
So true.. So very true.
Why do I get the impression that this thread is more about acidic Brits, still bitter over an American singer than it is random ''Let''s Pretend..'' fun?
Stevie (solo) didn''t have the same chart or video success in the UK, r30. This is likely American snark.
Because you''re a delusional idiot?
In fact, her best known US hits didn''t even chart in the UK (Edge of Seventeen, Stand Back, Leather and Lace, Talk To Me, I Can''t Wait)
I''m the vaseline covering the lens of the camera. Later I will be swiped by an assistant and used as lube on a straw to be pushed up Stevie''s ass for the express purpose of blowing coke up it.
i am the coke dust, clinging to the black lacquer finish of the grand piano lid.
I''m the awkwardly choreographed bland dance routine from I Can''t Wait.
I AM THE TOP HAT!
Fuck you, Fred Astaire
I am the omnipresent gloves hiding god only knows what.
Mine too, r28!
W&W for R21! I demand it! I command it!
I am Lindsey Buckingham stewing in my jealousy.
I''m the bucket of Vaseline they smeared all over the lens to make Stevie look more "mystical", i.e. young...
"tiny singing witch"\
Brilliant. That''s what I''m going to put on my resume as my last job.
I''m the yards and yards of chiffon and lace and silk and satin and taffeta that go into the costumes that make Stevie look like some kind of a dememted fairy princess/good witch.
I''m the tambourine and insist you consider me a legitimate musical instrument.
I am the handtooled leather and whalebone corset cinching in Miss Nicks'' waist and creating her hourglass shape. %0D\
It is 1985 and I am ready to burst.
I''m the starving polar bear, dying because her overuse of dry ice in dream sequences has caused global temperatures to rise by one degree.%0D
We''re responsible for the distinctive voice
r42, r34 did it faster and better.
I''m busting a nut laughing at the last 5 responses.
I''m Stevie Nicks, and I demand this thread be removed.
I''m the director of the video. We''ve been shooting for 12 hours now and Stevie is still spinning, twirling, walking backwards on the treadmill and playing her tambourine, which is festooned with colorful scarves. She never gets tired, I really don''t know how she does it! Where does she get all of that bouncy energy from?
I am her be-ribboned tambourine, swirling wildly in the air and creating the illusion that I am an actual musical instrument that is somehow important to the song the band is playing.
I''m the lazy Susan, for when Stevie can no longer twirl on her own.
[quote]I am the treadmill which Stevie clomps forward on used for some puzzling effect viewers will not understand.\
And I''m the microphone she "sings" into, placed there for no apparent reason given she''s lipsynching to a prerecorded track.
I''m taking notes
I''m the coke dealer, back on the set of "Edge of Seventeen" at 2AM. \
Stevie''s gotta pull it together for one last take.
I''m a comically oversized midnight-blue beret bobby-pinned in about 40 different places to her flowing "pre-Raphaelite" hair extensions.
I''m Reese Witherspoon. Stevie wants Me Me Me to play her in the Fleetwood Mac bio pic
I''m the trained white wolf about to run past that little fuzzy twirling thing. Can I eat it?
I''m the gorgeous cinematography in the Fleetwood Mac "Gypsy" video, one of the best ever made. \
Twirling in the bedroom mirror, twirling in the rain on a city street in black & white, twirling on a precupice in a fairyland forest! Plus period costumes and Lindsey looking sexy as hell
I often use a precupice when there is no toilet nearby.
I''m the suede platform boots.
I am the room. Stevie thinks I''m on fire every time she walks into me because there is magic all around.
I''m a long, long, looong staircase. Stevie and the Backup Brunettes walk up and down me to the sound of staccatto chug-chug synth and drums. It''s awfully windy in here for some reason.
The tambourine IS a legitimate musical instrument, just not in that hippie witch''s hands.
But you have to admit, R66, she worked it like a theatre prop like no one else ever did. \
I mean it''s hilarious in Fleetwood Mac''s "The Dance" DVD concert... they do a Christine McVie number and all Stevie''s doing is tambourine and a tiny bit of backup vocal, and yet she ends up upstaging the rest of the band somehow.
Who is this Stevie Nicks? I''m seeing references to Fleetwood Mac but for me that''s just this video, and that seagull tune from the 70s.
You''re trying too hard, as usual. Don''t you have a protest to do or something?
R69 she really wasn''t big over here. I youtubed a couple of songs and neither of them were familiar. I think as someone else on this thread alluded to earlier, it was because we had Bonnie Tyler.\
Trying too hard? I think you''re overreaching and paranoid, darling.\
I''m the 1980s, and I want to rest.
"God bless you, tiny singing witch."\
I keep reading that line over and over, and it always makes me crack up.
Me too, R72. It sounds like an outtake from "The Princess Bride." For some reason, I keep hearing it in Carole Kane''s voice.
I''m the tear in Rhianna''s eye, splashing into a sea of love...
I''m the stock in Loreal which goes up every time that Stevie shoots a video.
go pancake foundation!!
Bump in the sea of love
I''m Stevie''s coke dealer, on my way back to the set for the 5th time today. She''s putting my kids through college.
The myth: Back in the %E2%80%9970s and/or %E2%80%9980s, Stevie Nicks allegedly did so much cocaine that not only did she develop a tolerance to it, but it put a huge hole in her nose, and so she had to have a roadie blow cocaine up her ass with a straw.
Believable?: Sure. It%E2%80%99s hard to imagine that cocaine taken rectally would give one the same effect as when it%E2%80%99s taken the traditional way, but I%E2%80%99m no doctor. Still, the rock %E2%80%98n roll highway is littered with tales of excess, depravity, and otherwise disgusting shit (see: Motley Crue%E2%80%99s The Dirt), so why not? I%E2%80%99ve seen The Bad Lieutenant %E2%80%94 when you gotta get that fix, you%E2%80%99ll do just about anything. Besides, there was a time when Stevie Nicks was pretty damn hot, and we can imagine there were loads of people lining up to blow all sorts of things up her ass (not that she necessarily obliged any of them, we%E2%80%99re just sayin%E2%80%99%E2%80%A6). Who knows? If she did it, maybe she did it to make Lindsey Buckingham jealous, although he was probably too busy gobbling up his own pile of coke to notice or care. Also, isn%E2%80%99t Stevie Nicks a witch? Maybe cocaine up the ass is some sorta crazy witches%E2%80%99 thing. Eh, that%E2%80%99s probably a myth for another day.
The truth?: We%E2%80%99ll never know for sure, but Stevie Nicks has flat-out denied it. Here%E2%80%99s what she told Britain%E2%80%99s Q magazine: %E2%80%9CYou know, I heard that [myth] too,%E2%80%9D she snaps. %E2%80%9CBut of course that never, ever happened. That is an absurd statement. It%E2%80%99s not true. Maybe that nasty rumour came from the fact that people knew I had such a big hole in my nose, which of course didn%E2%80%99t stop me from doing cocaine one little bit. The hole in my nose is this big,%E2%80%9D she says, sketching a diagram of her face with a circular hole at the right side of her nose, not much smaller than an eye. %E2%80%9CI have very delicate tissue, so it ate away my nose. It%E2%80%99s so painful. I curse the day I ever did cocaine. Nothing really works right in my head now.%E2%80%9D
Final verdict: Inconclusive. We%E2%80%99d like to believe the story is true, and if it is, it wouldn%E2%80%99t really shock us. But our gut tells us it%E2%80%99s false. Unless there%E2%80%99s an old roadie out there who can confirm the tale, ideally with photos. If so, contact us! There%E2%80%99s a Stevie Nicks %E2%80%9CRooms on Fire%E2%80%9D cassingle in it for you!
I''m a traumatized white cockatoo FORCED TO WEAR "WITCHY" EXTENSIONS ON MY FUCKING TAIL!!\
I''m serious -- see pic at link. \
Stevie also just blew a rail off my crest.
[quote]I''m a traumatized white cockatoo FORCED TO WEAR "WITCHY" EXTENSIONS ON MY FUCKING TAIL!!\
That''s Stevie''s belt. Idiot.
Why did people do coke off the toilet seat?
No, it''s not off topic
Fuck you, R81! They''re tail extensions!
do you not see the outraged expression on my face?
Here, give me your pen. [She makes a little sketch of two noses.] That''s the hole in Chris''s nose and that''s the hole in my nose. [The first is a tiny dot, the other the size of a 10p piece.] You could put a big gold ring through my septum. It affects my eyes, my sinuses. It was a lot of fun for a long time, because we didn''t know it was bad. But eventually it gets hold of you and all you can think about is where your next line is coming from.\
~Stevie Nicks, The Guardian, February 12, 1998
I love you, r83.
The coke straw rumor I heard involved her vajayjay, not her ass. I think it''s false either way, but I can totally see wild Stevie in 1986 taking her snowdust up the mulva. Not the ass though. She doesn''t seem like an ass girl at all.
I dunno, R86, if she was with Lindsay, I kinda get the vibe he would wanna go there. Slip it in her back door, ya know?
I''m Stevie''s big brown doe eyes that gaze mournfully at the camera during every photo shoot.
I'm the nine year old watching the video and pretending that Stevie lives in the neighborhood. After the video, she will come to my house for dinner, tell my parents how special I am, and then play video games with me until bedtime.
And buy me birthday presents.
I'm the white dove that symbolizes Stevie's mother's January 29th death.
I'm the sneezing fit given to anyone who so much as looks at all that twirling velvet.
Oooh, I'm Sheryl Crow, watching Stevie's videos and fantasizing about making her mine!
I'm a DL regular wondering what freak just bumped four old Stevie Nicks threads. True, they're better than the constant Madonna or Janet Jackson threads but. . .really? They're yet another set of old threads making this place dull as dirt (a boring cliche that fits).
I was letting everyone know that Stevie Nicks' Mother, Barbara died a couple days ago.
I cannot start threads, so I updated the posts.
How cold-hearted you must be, R98.
I'm the buffet table Stevie will tear into later like a wild rottweiler in heat.
I'm the IRS agent popping Stevie for taking business deductions for the clothing she otherwise claims is her everyday wear.
"I was letting everyone know that Stevie Nicks' Mother, Barbara died a couple days ago."
Alert Bernice in Accounting so we can send flowers
I'm the drag queen twirling in a glitter filled fantasy at 2012's Night of a Thousand Stevies in NYC.
I'm the tranquilizers.
No one looked, I walked by
He would add up sums, but I'd multiply
Said to him again and again
Nine and one is ten
No one knows how to add, they subtract and they can't divide.
One man would not add
He asked me for my love which was bad....
I'm Dina Lohan, arriving on set because about 2/3rds of the world's coke dealers are here.
I am the dead father she dedicates songs to that are both inappropriate and in the creepiest way possible.
I am a fan of this thread.
I'm the "Ooooooo".
I'm the wind machine. I'm doing all the work in this scene.
I'm the weird way Stevie says her F's like a "P" even when she's lip syncing.
Her career must be getting a big shot in the arm from the exposure her music (and her style!) is getting on AHS:Coven.
Back by popular demand.
I am the Edge in Edge of Seventeen.
I'm Stevie's cocaine filled butt cooter!
I'm Betty Ford. We have a room prepared just for you, dear.
I'm the bleached blonde welsh witch midget with a penchant for shawls who ended up with a coke habit to cope with the guilt of having 4 abortions.
Stevie Nicks sings like a chipmunk stuck in a cheese grater!
Rock a Little was an incredible album that was ruined by poor production.
My fave Stevie song? The Nightmare.