Not really a good thing perhaps, but apt. Every time I listen to this song, which is not often because it’s so emotionally draining, I feel like I have travelled on another unknown journey.
I love it as much as I hate it, and I always lose my luggage along the way.
You could be my silver springs
My blue green colours flashing
I would be your only dream
Your shining autumn, ocean crashing…
I walked along the seafront this afternoon. To the west of the Thames estuary, the skies were blue and to the east, clouds were a heavy grey. The wind blew hard out to the North Sea. I stopped for a while in a bar and drank a salty, sharp, sweet-sour margarita whilst they played this tune.
On the walk back the seagulls were in the same formation, all bobbing on the incoming tide.
The wind had dropped, as it does, in the end.
I think I have listened to Fleetwood Mac’s classic album so much it is imprinted on me at a molecular level. On Radio 2 on Wednesday night they did this programme about making the album and all the bust-ups and pain going on between the two couples in the band. No wonder Mick Fleetwood ended up so bald (notwithstanding his own divorce).
I thought it would be nice to have a Fleetwood Mac song for a Friday, but it turns out I can’t listen to any one of that album’s songs without hearing another in my head nearly simultaneously. I had it narrowed down to Never Going Back Again or I Don’t Want To Know, but in the end I have gone for the song that jolted me awake from a happy doze the other night, one that I had never heard of.
It’s Stevie Nicks’ Silver Springs. It was meant to be on the Rumours album, but “they” took it off the album and replaced with the more upbeat I Don’t Want To Know. The jocked off Silver Springs is a palpably angry and hurt song wherein she promises to seemingly haunt her erstwhile lover Lindsey Buckingham for the rest of his life. I am not sure how I feel about it actually, it’s a little uncomfortable. I wonder if the cohesive Rumours would have been the same with it on there.
Either way, it’s a brave song and it’s honest. It also fits with the lyrics she wrote on the “other” track “Now you tell me that I’m crazy. That’s nothing that I didn’t know.”
Is there a woman that never got told that by a man I wonder? I certainly have been. More than once. I’ll leave it there otherwise it might end up in a feminist rant and it’s too early for that.
See what Stevie says instead and don’t be fooled by the sweet-sounding docile start.