Category: Stevie Nicks

Lindsey Buckingham Thinks His Firing From Fleetwood Mac Was Political

May 13, 2018 / Posted by:

Sure, Fleetwood Mac is a legendary rock supergroup that could rest on their laurels and never have to work again. But retirement mansions in nice sections of Florida or Arizona can be pricey. They’re all in that stage of their lives and you would think everyone in the band could get along if only to keep those nostalgia tour dollars rolling in. Not so. With the backing of the rest of the band, co-lead singer Stevie Nicks used her fringed shawl-swathed arm and tambourine to gesture towards the exit for guitarist (and her ex) Lindsey Buckingham to leave the band this past April.

Medium reports that Lindsey spoke publicly for the first time about his dismissal while performing at a political fundraiser for Democratic Congressional candidate Mike Levin on Friday. He seems to be equating it with the current political landscape here in the US? Easy there, Lindsay. It was just a song about a Welsh witch and fallin’, fallin’, fallin’. Let’s not pump it up too much. You know you’ll be asked back when this next Buckingham-less tour doesn’t rake in as much cash as previous ones. Continue reading

Open Post: Hosted By Harry Styles Crying Over Dueting With Stevie Nicks

May 20, 2017 / Posted by:

Of course he cried! This is the white witch! The white-winged dove! She IS Rhiannon, the story of a Welsh witch!

Harry Styles, who seems to be quickly reaching a Tay Tay Swift-level of omnipresence lately, was joined by Stevie Nicks at his show at L.A.’s Troubador, last night. They dueted on one of his songs, and two of hers – “Leather and Lace” and “Landslide.” Landslide is already a tearjerker, but then sing it with Stevie herself and try not to fall apart. They should have done “Edge of Seventeen,” because I wanted to see Harry try and match Stevie’s microphone kicks and shawl twirling and fail miserably.

Watch Harry fall apart (at the 4:35 mark), below.

And be sure and clock Stevie’s truly formidable platform boots in that video. Stevie is 68 years old and wearing boots that would snap the ankles of these lesser chicks. She is a goddamn treasure.

Pic: TMZ

Stevie Nicks Admits She Was Pregnant With Don Henley’s Baby Once

September 29, 2014 / Posted by:

A million years ago, Don Henley (Side note: Why hasn’t current day Val Kilmer played current day Don Henley in a Lifetime biopic yet?) opened his pie hole to say that the Fleetwood Mac song “Sara” is about the unborn baby he made with Stevie Nicks. Don and Stevie planned to name their kid “Sara” before she had an abortion. Stevie has never publicly talked about it, but she briefly talked about it during an interview with Billboard.

Stevie said that it’s not one of those “Rumors” and she’s not going to tell any “Sweet Little Lies”. Yes, Stevie got pregnant with a little “Songbird” when a “Landslide” of Don’s jizz filled her after he stuck his “Bare Tree” in her while doing the horizontal “Tango in the Night” in a “Room On Fire.” If Steve gave birth to a little “Gold Dust Woman,” she and Don planned on naming her “Sara.” And I’m going to stop right now before I bruise the mashed pile of “Green Manalishi” I call a brain by trying to weave “You Make Loving Fun” into this.

I notice you haven’t said which of your ex-boyfriends “Hard Advice” is about. That reminds me of a story Don Henley told years ago, about your [Fleetwood Mac] song “Sara.” He said you got pregnant while the two of you were dating, and Sara was the name you gave the unborn baby.

Had I married Don and had that baby, and had she been a girl, I would have named her Sara. But there was another woman in my life named Sara, who shortly after that became Mick’s wife, Sara Fleetwood.

So what Henley says about the song is accurate, but it’s not the entirety of the song?

Right. It’s accurate, but not the entirety of it.

In the same interview, Stevie said that she checked into Betty Ford in the 80s after a doctor told her that she’d have a brain hemorrhage if she snorted one more line of coke.

So there you go. Stevie says it’s true. But in the 1970s wasn’t everyone knocked up with Don Henley’s baby at one point or another and in the 1980s wasn’t everyone a coke line away from their brain bleeding?

Pic: Getty


Bitch Got Booed: The Courtney Love Edition

April 11, 2014 / Posted by:

Fresh off from solving the Malaysia Airlines mystery (Yes, she solved it, officials just refuse to listen!), Detective Courtney Love temporarily stepped away from putting her magnifying glass over the mystery of Jimmy Hoffa’s missing body (she thinks she found it at the bottom of a bottle of Adderall) and took her ass to the Barclays Center in Brooklyn to speak at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony. Nirvana was inducted into the Hall of Fame along with the original members of KISS, Hall & Oates, Peter Gabriel, The E Street Band and Yusuf Islam (aka Cat Stevens). When Courtney went up to the mic, the audience hugged her with a welcoming applause and by that I mean they booed the internet-bought fillers right out of her lips.

After the surviving members of Nirvana and Kurt Cobain’s family spoke (Frances Bean had the sicks and couldn’t go), Courtney took the mic (at the 7:41 mark), waited for the audience to finish hitting her with a tidal wave of booos and then spit out some shit about how all those guys are her family. Strangely enough, while Courtney was spitting out words, Dave Grohl did not jump on her back and bite her cheek off while hitting her in the head with his trophy for saying that he humped on Frances Bean once. Courtney hugged Dave and I was expecting to see the kind of cold, awkward hug a bitchy brat would give to the boy she kicked in the dick on the playground after her mom and the principal forced her to apologize, but it seemed kind of genuine. Or maybe I just got contact high from Courtney’s speech.

Courtney and Dave didn’t totally hate each other last night, but I’m sure Crazy Ass Courtney will be back to her old tricks today and will write an anonymous Tumblr  post where she’ll accuse Dave of digging up Kurt Cobain’s grave to hump his bones. Yes, I know, Kurt Cobain was cremated, but this is Courtney Love we’re talking about.

Here’s some pictures from last night’s Hall of Fame Ceremony including some of Bonnie Raitt, Emmylou Harris, KISS and Hall & Oates (who should also be inducted into the Panty Creamer Hall of Fame).

Pics: Splash,

Christina Hendricks Keeps It Demure At Vanity Fair’s Oscar Party

March 3, 2014 / Posted by:

Usually Christina Hendricks uses scaffolding, two tire jacks and five rolls of duct tape to hike her magnificent chichis all the way past her face until they’re touching her eyebrows. But at Vanity Fair’s Oscar party last night, her Mount Everest titty balls weren’t suffocating and they weren’t touching God’s feet and hos probably said to her, “So that’s what your face looks like, bitch!”

Christina Hendricks’ chichi domes look magnificent when they’re squeezed up to the roof of heaven  or when they look like two extra large mounds of uncooked sourdough cooling on a rack (see: above), but what in Mrs. Roper’s cleaning dress HELL is that on her body?! When I was in the 4th grade, I had a friend whose mom didn’t have money to buy her a Halloween costume, so I helped her make a witch costume using a nun’s gown I wore the year before (yes, I was a nun for Halloween in the 3rd grade, don’t ask how much shit I got for that), a black curtain panel from Ikea and black construction paper. My friend’s costume cost zero dollars, was busted as fuck and was made by two brats whose hands were shaking from eating too much candy and it still looked more luxurious and fashion forward than that shit Christina wore. That dress looks like something Endora would wear to the funeral of a whore she hated. It looks like something from the American Horror Story: Coven collection at Dress Barn.

With all that being said, Christina Hendricks, hausfrau in mourning dress and all, was still the hottest look at that VF party (no, it wasn’t), because mostly everybody else (just Kate Beckinsale) looked like the last place loser at the Miss Bolivia 1993 pageant.


Today’s Definition Of Random: Stevie Nicks Officiated Vanessa Carlton’s Wedding

December 29, 2013 / Posted by:

Well if this isn’t the most Wait, What? story to come out of left field, then I don’t know what is. Then again, the day is young and we haven’t checked in with Florida yet, so we still have time for a story about a guy named Tarvis who was arrested for cooking meth with an alligator in a Waffle House. But for now, let’s all enjoy how weird it is that Stevie Nicks is officiating weddings, shall we?

On Friday, Vanessa Carton, aka the girl who sings that song from your favourite scene in White Chicks, married lead singer and guitarist for Deer Tick (I think I just got Lyme disease from that name) John McCauley, and uploaded a picture of the ceremony to Instagram with the caption:

“Thanks Stevie for marrying us!”

Thanks Stevie?! Show some respect, Michelle Branch Vanessa Carlton; that’s Miss Stevie Gypsy Goddess Rhiaaaaaanon Crazy Nicks to you. No other information was given as to how these two know each other, but it doesn’t take a genius to guess that they probably worked together years ago and they’re still friends bla bla bla.

However, it’s more fun to believe that Stevie Nicks is moonlighting as an ordained minister and is performing wedding ceremonies in her spare time. I bet she’s got a great Craigslist ad. Actually, one time I had a job where I did research for people (the stories I could tell, good lord) and I was asked to find a non-denominational wedding officiant for someone. I found this wedding officiant database and all of their descriptions were the exact same: “I arrive to your wedding wearing a clean pantsuit and tasteful makeup”. Which always got me thinking: Is this a problem in the wedding officiant community? Were people arriving in zip-off cargo shorts and Lil Kim makeup? And if so, where are these people located and are they available to officiate my trashy future wedding?

(Pic via Instagram)

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