I totally want to start having parrots in all of my photos. And 80s hair.
I always thought Lindsey Buckingham was so cute. Until I saw this picture. WOOF. Did you know they were high school sweethearts? Totes adorable. Starting their first band - so young...so hippie...so drug free.
Oh honey...Patty Hurst couldn't even pull off a beret and she had money and a gun.
Now I love me some Stevie and Fleetwood Mac, but I always wish she wore some color. Perhaps a nice pastel. But no. Bitch is always in black. And I respect that...black is slimming.So my girl Stevie has a new album dropping tomorrow, In Your Dreams, which is the reason for this post. After all this time - her ups, her downs - she's still standing. She still has her own voice. And that is a testament to good music and talent. It's also a testament to life. Yes, you can do pounds of drugs, sleep with a plethora of people, and still end up alone. But she seems happy. And there isn't a wrinkle on the bitch's 62 year old face. So the lesson Stevie leaves us with: friends, family, good music and a killer plastic surgeon are the secrets to a good life.
ps- if I could figure out how to upload a video, you would see Stevie singing Dave Matthew's Crash. It will blow your mind.