Many of us hold our idols up on high, cherishing and worshipping their every move. And many of us have wondered what it would be like to meet our idols in the flesh...we might envisage being invited back to the hotel for a drink or being singled out from all the other worshippers, quite simply because it would be evident to our hero that we are their "biggest fan in the whole world". Is that what really might happen if we ever got that close?
Every since I can remember I have loved Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac. I have seen every Mac tour to Australia and many of Stevie's solo tours since I was 12 years old. My first Fleetwood Mac concert was at Adelaide's favourite outdoor venue of the day, Memorial Drive. I went with my big sister and I saw a fan all dressed in black flowing garments, the ridiculously high heavy black platform boots and a top hat. I so desperately wanted to be dressed in that outfit and I wanted to be Stevie. Many years later, I realised my dream of working for a record company and joined EMI Music who signed Stevie for her solo career. I was there during the release of the "Wild Heart", "Rock A Little" and "Other Side Of The Mirror" albums. In recent years, I have travelled interstate to see Fleetwood Mac live and am always so amazed and in awe of the beauty that is the onstage chemistry between that band. In particular, between the individual band members in their 'couplings'. Stevie and Lindsey Buckingham break my heart with the connection that they have after so many years of loving and fighting. Then there is the love between Stevie and Mick....so evident and magical. There's also no denying that the backline of Mick Fleetwood and John McVie is is one of the finest of all time. I could watch it and them over and over forever. This gives you an indication of my devotion to The Mac and Stevie.
Stevie Nicks - Tambourine and top hat queen! |
Stevie came up to me really close and gave me a very sharp and focused "once over" up and down inspection. 'You're pretty.....you're such a pretty little thing', she purred at me getting a little bit too close to my face. RW explained who I was (because I think she thought I was his new girlfriend!!). Stevie put her hand on my jacket and ran it up and down the sleeve, then said 'I LOVE your jacket....I really would love to have that jacket'. The jacket was my pride and joy, Stevie Nicks was not having MY jacket.....even if I did worship her. Stevie very sadly was not exactly present in the moment. She was getting waaay too close for my liking and was mostly incoherent. I will admit that I was devastated. Had she not been off with the fairies, I'm not certain what I would have said to her. I was truly just grateful to have been given the opportunity to meet her and a photo together would have been a dream come true. Stevie wasn't in any state for photographs. It was after the show and everyone was in party mode. RW peeled her off me because by this time she was giving me a hug and wouldn't let go. I liked that Stevie Nicks wanted to hug me but I had wanted her to be the Stevie from the front cover of 'Rumours'. I wanted her to show me how to be cool whilst playing the tambourine or how to twirl around in a flowing dress so many times without falling over. I was quite sad about the whole thing.
By the time The Mac toured again, I had forgiven Stevie. By then she'd gotten her act together anyway and as far as I was concerned all was forgiven. I would always love her words, her melodies, her outfits and her ethereal beauty. I would always want her to get back together with Lindsey Buckingham. I can say that I have met Stevie Nicks and that's good enough for me. When I am watching her at the Adelaide Entertainment Centre tomorrow night, I think I'll still be able to feel her arms around me through her voice and songs, as I did so many years ago in real life.
I hope that one day you will get to meet your idol, they may not end up being who you want them to be, but how often are any of us ever that in the eyes of another?.....thanks for reading, Deb x
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