I love poetry. I really do. But there is only one poet who really matters to me. That poet is Stevie Nicks. Her music has truly changed my life. A while back I did a review for Nelson’s After the Rain. That album was important—as was my teen crush on Matthew Nelson. But during that difficult time the most important thing was my purchase of Stevie Nicks’ Timespace CD. I purchased the CD on one of those mail club programs. This was before you could download a song from ITunes, and I purchased the CD for one song—Stand Back. That was the only song that I cared about. I did that a lot back then; I would purchase an entire CD for one song or request a song from the radio and listen until it came on and record the song onto a tape.
So once I had my new Timespace CD, I listed to Stand Back over and over again. In fact that was the only song that I listened to for about six weeks. Then after a horrible day at school, I went downstairs to my bedroom to escape into my dreams by listening to my Nelson record. But instead I found that my mother had torn down every single picture of rock bands that I had on my walls. The previous weekend, we had men from our church doing some repairs on our house. One of the men remarked about how in some of the posters, the band members were not wearing shirts. (This of course is the reason why they were on the wall.) My mom waited until I was at school to rip them all down—even the ones where the men had their clothes on. My mom had never cared about the posters before—she only cared when someone told her to. I was of course upset and I wanted to run away from home. But then I listened to Poison’s Fallen Angel. I knew that if I ran away to California at 14 years old, I would end up just one more lost girl. And I did not want that.
The next song I listened to was Stevie’s Edge of Seventeen. My CD had a random play feature and that was the first song chosen to play. The energy of the song is very dramatic—and I was so upset that I lay down on the floor next to my bed. It was then I discovered the one poster that had escaped my mother’s rampage. I knew then I would have to endure—and live to fight another day. I would not be able to defeat my mother—but one day I would be able to leave her house.
That is what I love so much about music. Music has taught me—and continues to teach me—how to survive in life. These lessons bring me hope and peace of mind. Music is my form of poetry. I love how for Stevie Nicks describes writing for her fans:
…I was going to write down the truth. I wasn’t going to name names and I wasn’t going to be unkind. But I was going to tell the truth…if I’m going to write and I am going to make these songs experiences that I know everyone of you have has had; that when you have that experience and when you hear that song you’ll know exactly what I was talking about. And those are the only people who I care about. The people that understand that…That’s the people I write for. The people who need someone to write it down for all of us. (Stevie Nicks MTV Interview September 1983).
Right now I am having trouble creating—but I am still able to listen to music and understand. So that gives my hope for the future. That gives my hope that I will be able to create. That is the most important thing—that one day I will be able to write again. And one day is fine with me. So I would encourage all of you to go out and learn something from a song today. Even if it is just to experience an awesome guitar solo or to cry over a beautiful love song. Go learn something today!
Here is a very cool remix of Stand Back that Jeffrey Smith put on You Tube. I love how he interpreted this song from a man’s perspective.
Here is a backstage video of Stevie Nicks with an early version of Wild Heart.