Stevie Nicks, that rock ’n’ roll sorceress we all know from Fleetwood Mac and her solo endeavors, was already spinning dreams of fame way back in 1973—long before glitter and gold cloaked her life like a feather boa. In a delightful letter to her family, found in the depths of a recording studio in Los Angeles’ San Fernando Valley, she gave us a sneak peek into her star-studded future.
Fast forward to Monday, when 77-year-old Nicks decided to dust off this cleverly penned note, infused with just the right amount of irony, as a way to commemorate the re-release of “Buckingham Nicks.” Spoiler alert: she’s still waiting for that plastic surgery leg lift.
Dear Mom and Dad and Chris,
Well, here I am — once again at the “famous” Sound City Recording Studio. I am getting very tired of sitting around listening to 12 hours of music per day. Oh well, I know it will pay off in the end, and when I am sitting in my small but luxurious Beverly Hills home overlooking my small but tasteful pool that is totally secluded, where I can sun in the nude and tan my entire fat body while waiting for my plastic surgery leg lift — it will all be worth it. Otherwise, everything here is just “peach-y.”
Back in those golden days, Nicks was caught in the creative whirlpool of recording “Buckingham Nicks” with her then-boyfriend Lindsey Buckingham. Little did they know that their work would attract the attention of Mick Fleetwood, who would dramatically pluck Buckingham from obscurity—but only when he was allowed to bring Nicks along for the ride. Talk about a two-for-one deal!
This revamped Fleetwood Mac would eventually top charts with their 1975 self-titled debut, racking up nine top 10 hits as effortlessly as one tosses confetti at a wedding. Nicks, ever the overachiever, didn’t stop there; she went on to collect four Top 10 singles on her own. Apparently, ‘dreams’ do come true, and ‘Rhiannon’ isn’t just a song—it’s a lifestyle.
A billboard on Sunset Boulevard promoting the cover art from the 1973 album “Buckingham Nicks” by Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham. via Associated Press
Yet in her letter, Nicks was a mere twentysomething, mixing dreams of fame with her not-so-secret desire for a lavish birthday celebration. “Being almost 25—that’s a big deal!” she mused, advocating for an entire month of festivities dedicated to her quarter-century milestone. Because why celebrate a birthday when you can ring in a whole gala event?
She cunningly tasked her family with planning the extravaganza, declaring, “Presents will be accepted any time after the first of May—no C.O.D’s, please.” Just your typical millennial demands, delivered decades too early. After all, it isn’t a proper celebration until everyone’s scrambling to nab the best gifts without the dreaded cash-on-delivery option.
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