RIP Christine McVie

One fifth of one of the greatest bands of all time. I fucking love Fleetwood Mac. Talented musicians whose turmoil was the epitome of rock n’roll. We all know the insanity that took place behind the making of Rumours (one of the best albums of all time), including Christine McVie’s affair with the lighting director. She then wrote the song “You Make Loving Fun” (one of my favorite songs “Sweet wonderful you, you make me happy with the things you do…”) about him. Thus forcing her bandmate and husband John McVie to play it for decades. Savage. Mad disrespectful, since it’s a classic.
Feminist icon, legend, a queen and witch. Feel like crying I’ll never get to hang with you and Stevie. Rest in peace. What’s your favorite creation of Christine’s? Via: Archive Of Contemporary Music & Record Safari

You’re Someone’s Survival Guide

Legit the story of my life. Glad to be of service. There is no one linear path for everyone to take, we’re all unique beings with different purposes. Life also moves in cycles, open yourself up to the possibility of miracles and watch how the universe works for you. At 33 my life is already unbelievable, insanely so, which is why I document everything. Except this one time I let Lauren document ducks in Central Park, they’ve always been my favorite animal, because they can fly, swim, and walk, multi-talented. When I was three I had these jeans with Plucky Duck on them, I wore all the time (they were light blue, the right knee had a single shred, the left side his green face). When people asked me what I wanted to be at the time my answer was Plucky. Then I’d quote him, “Plucky go down the hole.”
That day in Central Park I did a duck call with my fist at a pair of ducks, they responded and then started walking. They turned back, quacking. “I think they want us to follow them,” I told her. So we did follow, through brambles and branches, they lead us to a bench on the edge of The Lake. After they disappeared, three minutes later they came back with their ducklings like seven plus of them. I could not believe it, we played with them for some time. Lauren recorded all of it, then she lost her phone and absolutely nobody believed us. I was pissed. I digress.

I have had so many up and downs, living on a prayer, with only faith in the almighty God. Literally I’ve survived on pure miracles, which irritates the haters and fake friends. A lot of times I wondered why and I know it’s to show others they too can move mountains with a mustard seed. If I can do it so can you. And I believed because I saw others do it, Lana Del Rey couch surfing is what got me through couch surfing after that gypsy hex. Stevie Nicks joined Fleetwood Mac when she had only $200, so no I didn’t choose wrong being an artist and entrepreneur, over marketing and law. Now it’s my turn to be that for others. How beautiful it is that we’re interconnected, lighting the way for each other. If things feel insurmountable look to the past, if my ancestors escaped slavery to be in the White House (we built), what can’t I overcome? Via: The Happy Snapshot

Iconic Embraces: Nicks & Grohl

It’s only me who
Wants to wrap
Around your dreams.

Via: 90’s Vertigo

Daisy Jones & The Six

Just finished this book written by Taylor Jenkins Reid, it’s based on rock legends Fleetwood Mac. It’s about a bands rise to fame, despite behind the scenes tension and drug abuse. It’s as if the more contentious their dynamics, the better the music. Still, the success wasn’t enough to keep them together.

I’m assuming it’s based on the ‘Rumors’ era. Fleetwood Mac locked themselves in their studio with copious amounts of cocaine. John and Christine McVie were splitting up, she started dating one of the sound guys I believe, exes Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham hated each other, plus she started having an affair with the married Mick Fleetwood. Similar storylines play out in this book, which has been picked up as an Amazon miniseries starring Riley Keough.

I love the way the book delves into the creative process of making music, specifically songwriting. Would you give it all up if it wasn’t making you happy?