july 9th, 2017 - hyde park; london, england - stop draggin' my heart around.
in an interview march of 2020, stevie was asked about this night specifically and why it's such a bittersweet evening for her. "that night was such a special evening because our tours aligned, i had a few days off and tom calls. 'steph, i know you're in london for your show, but come to hyde park with me and we'll sing a song or two' so, of course, i went because i'd go first class to hell if he asked me to and it was probably one of our most favorite performances of the song simply because it wasn't us as the international rockstars we were then, it was two old friends who had smoked too much before the concert and was just enjoying each other's company. he asked me if i wanted to do a couple of songs and i'll never say no about being on stage. in the same sense, part of me is still stuck in that dressing room after the show with a pair of his sunglasses in my hand. part of me i feel died that day, and even though he's still walking this earth we haven't spoken since and it's heartbreaking. when she then got asked about why doesn't she reach out, stevie let out a heavy sigh as a camera quickly caught a sadness in her eyes before she cleared her throat and hid the true feelings she was feeling deep within her soul.
because i can't, that's something personal between him and i and i'm not going to share that, but he knows that i don't think he's bad and i still love him so.
when she was then asked if she was the one who found him after his overdose on that night, stevie got up from where she was sitting and went to walk off set, quickly answering the question before walking off.
yeah, i was and it was the scariest and most heartbreaking experience of my life. i'm done here.
41 years ago today, a girl who was in a band had a dream and she watched it become a reality in front of her own eyes, and she had no idea what putting an album out would do for her career and her life in general. A girl who had a million songs to give to the world, but in a band with two other talented writers, she was only able to give so much for a Fleetwood Mac album and she wanted to give the world more. Songs that sounded like nothing Fleetwood Mac did, songs that she wrote that made her and her backup singers [and now some of her closest friends - and one is her former sister-in-law] sound like a female version of Crosby, Stills, and Nash. Songs that made her sound like Tom Petty and the Hearbreakers [and now she's married to the lead singer of that band - what the f***?]
That girl is me, and 41 years later, I still can't believe Bella Donna hit number one. I still can't believe Thomas gave me the song that he did when Jimmy Iovine said I didn't have a single. [His wife at the time also influenced at least the song title of Edge of Seventeen because Jane's southern accent was so thick]. I wrote the title track about my boyfriend's at the time mom who found love in Chile during the coup in 1973 just for the man she adored to be banished to France so he wouldn't be in prison. Think About It was about Christine's debate on whether to leave Fleetwood Mac or not, which she didn't until after The Dance tour, and for her to truly weigh out the pros and cons. Other songs were about different things in life. Edge of Seventeen was a mixture of a few things, Tom and Jane telling me about how they met at the age of seventeen [but her southern accent made it sound like the edge of seventeen], John Lennon and my uncle dying and me coping with that.
Stop Draggin' My Heart Around though, that was the song that I believe made people realize that Stevie Nicks was more than the frontwoman of Fleetwood Mac. Yes, I did Insider with Thomas and it was supposed to be for me, but he kept it for Hard Promises [we've done that a few times over our careers] but when Jimmy convinced him that Stop Draggin' My Heart was better as a duet and we did it, the moment Thomas gave it to me I knew that this album was going to be great. And, we did have our first kiss after recording it for Bella Donna, but that's another story for another journal entry.
Bella Donna proved I could do it on my own, and even though it had its own share of heartbreak between Lindsey literally all but throwing it in the trash and Robin telling me about her leukemia the day the album went to number one, it opened the door to a life that I thought couldn't get any higher than it did when Rumours came out. I couldn't have done it without the support of my band, or Jimmy, Lori and Sharon, Thomas - but more importantly, I couldn't have done it without seeing the success of previous songs I had written and seeing what I could do to try to save the world - share my music.
Bella Donna is the reason I'm the first female two-time rock and roll hall of fame member, and why I can sit here in my beautiful house on the heels of the second leg of my tour and sing more than just Fleetwood Mac songs. Bella Donna was how I realized I was in love with a married man, even though we're married now. Three months it took to make the album, and 41 years later the memories of recording it are in my mind like it was yesterday, and you can't go many places without hearing one of the biggest songs that were never number one.
January 12th,1999 Trigger warning: drug addiction. child loss.
The thunder crashing outside was the only thing louder than the bedroom door Stevie slammed shut as she tossed a set of keys across the bedroom, them ironically hitting an old picture of her and Tom that sat on her dresser. A defeated sigh escaped her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair. It seems that he had decided when it came to his heroin, was this how he felt when she was at the height of her cocaine addiction? Did he want her to know how it felt?
The thing was if he had the choice - would he have made a deal with God? Would he swap places with her? In a heartbeat, without thinking twice, she'd snap her fingers and swap places with him. He had a life, a band, and a whole career at his fingertips, and where she had the same things in life, he also had two children who were so scared that they would get that dreadful phone call. They never wanted to answer the phone, his precious Annakim, and Adria as he frequently told her, because they were too worried it was her, or their mother, Mike, or a random doctor at a hospital saying their father had finally succumbed to his addiction.
If she could only make the f***ing deal with God.
His words echo in her mind, him repeating how he doesn't want to hurt her by doing this, but yet she feels she's getting a bullet in the chest everytime she talks or sees him anymore. He claims she matters to him, and that he wants them to be together, yet he can't stop getting high on one of the most dangerous drugs known to man. Why can't he just smoke weed with her like they used to? Laying in bed and discussing anything and everything while passing joint after joint between each other was the only high she ever needed, and suddenly that wasn't good enough for him?
If Stevie could, she'd steal him from this moment and just show him how things used to be before everything. Before she picked her band and went to do The Dance tour, before she lost Sara and before she aborted her child with Tom; before everything went to sh*t because of her stupidity. If she could, she'd take him back to the moments during his recording of Wildflowers and remind him how beautiful their love once was, back when he was her Thomas and not this shell of a man that she's head over heels in love with.
Stevie laid down on her bed and brought a pillow to her chest, her mascara quickly staining the fabric of her pillow cover as the sounds of her sobs sounded like the thunder outside was coming from her chest instead of in the sky. If only she could make a deal with God to switch places, then she'd run up the hill of addiction to save him. If only.
the fingertips trail the skin effortlessly wrinkles and calluses don't pause the familiar sensation the lips leave marks so naturally destined always to know where to go properly the legs intertwine everytime the bodies feel connected the heart lingers until the final breath the souls leave their physical forms and guide across the nighttime skies finding a place to land, a place to visit and temporarily call home the soul yearns for the life before, the memories of the physical touch of yesteryear it continues to pray until that one touch, that one moment where the spark is felt the souls are once again free to intertwine in every way, on every level every lifetime, two souls come together as one until their physical bodies are no longer but, no matter where their souls land in the next lifetime they always find their way back to each other they always find their way home
I truly didn't know someone could experience a heartbreak quite like this. I've loved and lost before, and I've lost people close to me, but this is something I've never experienced in my life before. Hell, I've even had abortions before, but the last 72 hours of my life have been such a clusterf*** and whirlwind that I'm simply heartbroken.
The band wants to get back together for a reunion special and I'm all for that, you know, it's been so long since us five has been back together and it'll be nice. We're all sober and it'll be interesting to see how the dynamic has changed with the drugs out of the picture. However, telling my boyfriend that the band wanted to do a reunion special rubbed him the wrong way, and I get it because of Lindsey and he knows very well the storied history of Lindsey and me, so I knew he wouldn't be too keen on the idea.
I didn't expect him to make me choose between him and the band, though.
I always make the comment that if someone ever makes me choose between them and someone else, I'll choose the other person simply because you don't make someone you love to choose between two grand loves -- and he knows the two romantic true loves of my life are him and Lindsey. But, Lindsey never made me choose between him and Tom [although he might've had he known we were together, but I digress]. So, I walked away from everything I wanted with him and once again picked my band over my own happiness. Besides, Tom said no when I [not] jokingly remarked about going to Vegas to get married, so why would I stay if it seems as if I was just a fling during the recording of his new album?
Even though I was pregnant with his baby, and for the first time in my life I wanted to settle down and have a family.
I regretted the abortion as soon as I got it, I never should've done it, I never should've picked my band over my boyfriend. I should've told him the night he said no about getting married that I wanted to marry him because he was all I wanted in life and I was going to have his baby. I should've told him everything and then we'd be together and I wouldn't be worried about this reunion and this gut wrenching feeling I have about it. I miss my boyfriend, I miss my baby, I never regretted anything before in my life - besides the Klonopin - but I regret breaking up with Tom and aborting our baby for my career. God, I'm such a f***ing idiot.
The best part? Tomorrow Lindsey is doing backup vocals for a song, and I knew this was coming for a little while, he asked me to go and I said, of course, I would. Today, he tells me it's a song called Walls, and the person he's working with? Tom. Who, will see Lindsey and me together and assume we're back together and probably never speak to me again.
Maybe this is why I always pick my career, it never lets me down, makes me choose, or pushes me to the side when I'm not good enough.
January 12rth, 1999 trigger warning. drug discussions
She doesn't know how much longer she can keep doing this, she doesn't know how much longer he can keep doing this - to himself, to his children, to his band, and especially to her. His voice echoed in her head as she rushed from her condo to his house. "Someone better hurry, I'm all alone" What if she's too late? He's called her strung out on the heroin before, but this was becoming too much, there was going to be a time where she wasn't going to be able to drop everything and rush to his side, and for what? To see him so strung out she has to fight to get him to lay down - whether in the studio, the living room, or even his bedroom - to argue with him when he wants her to stay the night so they can sleep together and she can't. She couldn't constantly sit and watch the man she had loved for the last eleven years slowly kill himself, so she knew what she had to do to maybe get him to realize he needed to go to rehab before it was too late.
Stevie stood in the doorway to his studio in silence as she watched him attempt to act like he wasn't high on heroin while working on mixing something for the Heartbreaker's new album. She saw it in his face, she felt her heart breaking as she stood there in silence. "Come on, Steph..." his speech was slurred, him looking up at her as the tiny bit of his usual gorgeous blue eyes she could see was faded, the look she once saw in them was long gone and it was replaced by hatred and death. She knew he didn't care if he lived or died at this point, but she did, she couldn't live without him. Kim and Adria didn't deserve to bury their father, and the band didn't deserve to suffer because of his selfishness.
"I keep breakin' down, Steph,, breakin' down, you know?" She just remained silent, shaking her head as the familiar tears she experienced anytime she was here were starting to consume her. She couldn't keep doing this, his band all but washed their hands with him after this album, his children want nothing to do with him and that wasn't enough for him to want to get clean - maybe she was the key factor that needed to show she wasn't sitting around and watching him slowly kill himself. His threatening to walk out of her life was one of the reasons she decided to go to rehab for cocaine all them years ago, maybe tough love was the way to do it. "I can't do this anymore, Tom.."
She knew the moment she pushed herself off the doorframe that it was going to be an issue, but she couldn't go back on this. She was at this point before and he begged her not to go and she stayed because she loves him. But, not only is it hard for her to see him like this - it's hard for her to be around drug addicts like this. If this was anyone else in the world she would've been gone by now, but because it was him she couldn't bear walking away from him. "Steph, come on, darlin'. One more day, one more night, that's it and I'll stop..." She turned her back to walk away from him as his next comment ran right through her and equally made her blood boil and broke her heart.
"If you cared about me, you wouldn't do this"
"If you cared about me, cared about ou -- your children you wouldn't do this" Stevie snarled, spinning back around as the mascara she had on was already starting to stain her cheeks, her bloodshot brown orbs locking onto him before shaking her head. She couldn't talk herself out of it, she couldn't stay for one more day, one more hour, hell even one more minute. Fiddling with the keys in her hand, Stevie walked into the studio and she closed the gap between them. Bending down, she gently placed her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs caressing her cheekbones before she bent down and gently placed a soft kiss on his lips. Letting his lips linger against him for a few seconds, almost as if she was scared that it was going to be the last kiss she'd ever give him. Pulling away before he was able to wrap his arms around her, Stevie stood up and slowly backed away.
"One more night and things will be right." Stevie ignored his comment, walking out of the studio before quickly heading to the front door. She felt terrible for leaving, but she couldn't bear to watch him do this anymore, and if everyone else washed their hands of him then maybe her doing the same will force him to go to rehab.
Or, she just signed his death certificate.
stephanie 'stevie' nicks-petty
'prompt for saving grace -- if you cared about me you wouldn't do this'
From the moment the rest of the band, most of the filming crew, Lindsey's family, and even her own assistant left the house they were recording Say You Will in, Stevie Nicks knew the moment she had been attempting to mentally prepare herself for since she presented the song to the band as an option to put on the album was upon them and she wasn't ready. But, would she ever be ready? A song she had written what seems like a lifetime ago having a new meaning is usually a sweet and lighthearted reason, but in one of the darkest moments of Stevie's life, she dusted off a notebook in her vault with the song and decided to deliver it to the public finally. She knows she wasn't the only one who had been through something so heartbreaking, and maybe the song can give someone comfort at a time when they probably wanted to disappear and die.
"Steph, are you sure you're ready to do this? I know that this is going to be difficult..."
Stevie didn't say a word, instead just sitting down in the chair that was in front of the microphone, grabbing the headphones and placing them on her head. Was she ready? No, but she knew she was never going to be ready, so she just needed to rip the band-aid off and get it over with. Locking eyes with her ex-boyfriend, Stevie slowly nodded her head as she'd close her eyes while Lindsey hit play on the soundboard to have the music start playing. Her hands were quickly becoming sweaty, them starting to shake as she rested them on the paper in front of her, the faded lyrics would be blind to most people, but her knowing - and feeling - exactly what the words were.
"Don't take me to the tower And take my child away It was who I was The hourglass And the sands of time like Shattered glass went past me Like a tunnel to the sea."
Stevie stopped singing for a few moments, knowing she couldn't let herself fully let her emotions out while recording the song. Besides the fact that it'll mess up the track and she'll once again have to torture herself singing it again, there was a skeleton camera crew who was right there recording every intimate moment and it wasn't public knowledge - at least to her own knowledge - about what happened a few years prior and Stevie would rather keep it like that.
"And I who went to sleep as two Woke up as one and now you only remain You'll close your eyes and travel back To the time when the light went fading fast And the words you'll never, never forget, oh no As you slipped away
Goodbye baby I hope your heart's not broken Don't forget me Yes I was outspoken You were with me all the time I'll be with you one day."
"Try again" Stevie's voice cracked as she looked at the ER nurse, her emotions starting to consume her as she felt Christine's hand on her shoulder. The nurse looked at her with a sadness in her eyes that Stevie knew there was no point in trying, there was no point in prolonging finding out the news that she already knew. "F***ing TRY AGAIN" she yelled through her voice cracking, through the tears that were filling her eyes, her feeling Christine's grip on her shoulder tightening more. "Ms. Nicks, I'm so sorry..." Stevie shook her head before she let out a violent sob, feeling the nurse removing the ultrasound handle from her stomach and grabbing a towel to wipe off the jelly. Stevie leaned up to attempt to grab the handle from the nurse as Christine pulled her back before quickly bringing Stevie into her embrace. "No" she whispered softly, gripping Christine's shirt before burying her face in her best friend's chest and sobbing uncontrollably. "The doctor will be in within a few minutes to give you a more thorough examination and see if there's anything we have to do to assist you. Again, I'm so sorry." Stevie couldn't answer the nurse, she couldn't pull herself away from Christine's chest, all she could do was sob the most violent series of sobs she's let out since her best friend's death years prior. The worst part? This was all in her control, this could've possibly been avoided if she had just halted the tour if she had just told Mick she needed to wait a year or so to finish up. If she hadn't done so many drugs or had gotten an abortion - including one almost two years prior - all these things Stevie could've done to help prevent this very moment and she did none of it. Ever regret she's ever had about her past issues hit her like bricks, and she honestly wishes the cocaine would've killed her so she never had to feel pain like this. She finally could've had everything she wanted in life and she's the reason her daughter is no longer here.
And I who went to sleep in tears Woke up in tears, for all of the years And I who never, never said goodbye As I slip away
Goodbye baby I hope your heart's not broken Don't forget me Yes I was outspoken You were with me all the time I'll be with you one day.
Stevie felt the tears threaten her eyes, she bit the inside of her mouth to avoid crying on camera. What she did do, however, was place her left arm perfectly so she could slide her right hand off the paper and under the table slightly before slipping it underneath the hemline of her shirt. Placing her hand on her stomach where she had placed it so many times during her pregnancy, Stevie's eyes fell upon Lindsey's as she had to channel her love for him just to be able to finish the song. Her red fingertips gently traced designs on her stomach like she had done when she'd lay in bed after shows and every second she could.
Goodbye baby I hope your heart's not broken Don't forget me Yes I was outspoken You were with me all the time I'll be with you one day
Yes, I'll be with you one day.
As the music cut off after a few moments, Stevie parted her lips as it took a few seconds to find her voice, swallowing the lump in her throat as her eyes never left Lindsey's. "We got it, right? Please tell me we got it..." she barely spoke above a whisper, Lindsey clearly being able to say that Stevie was barely holding on by a thread. And, even though it wasn't perfect, Lindsey knew he could fix whatever needed to be fixed so it could be on the album. He couldn't put Stevie through the pain of singing it again, especially not in front of a camera.
"I got it, babe, don't worry"
That's all Stevie needed to hear, her quickly tossing the headphones off before getting out of the chair and making a quick dash to the bathroom, her hearing Lindsey telling the cameraman not to follow her as he knew what was coming. Before she knew it, she was slamming a bathroom door shut before sliding down in front of it and letting every emotion she was fighting while recording the song out, her sobs becoming echoing in the bathroom as she eventually laid down on the floor in the attempt to calm down, her only eventually crying herself to sleep.
I still can't believe it, I still can't believe all them feelings I've been suppressing since that kiss a couple of years ago is finally out in the open and he feels the same way. Well, he has to, because there would be no way in hell he could've done what he did tonight if he didn't feel the same.
I knew something different was going to happen tonight as soon as everyone else left the studio and he stayed to perfect this track we're working on for my album. Since he brought it to me after he wrote it, I asked him who it was about and he went on this big story about how it was about a girl he kissed a couple of years ago on a night similar to this, and before I knew it he was confessing how he fell for that girl who just wanted to be the only female in his band.
The way he just paused what we were listening to, I swear it was about the fifth time we recorded the song and it was fine the first time, before casually just pulling my chair over to him and kissing me in a way I've never been kissed in my life. I've been with plenty of men over the years, but the way he kissed me...I was a f***ing puddle in his hand and he knew it, that cocky son of a bitch then whispered in my ear in the most seductive southern accent I probably will ever hear in my life if I wanted him to make love to me.
And it was the best sex I've ever had.
I've come to learn that most men brag about their size to feel better about themselves, but he's never said a word about it and I can see why. Holy mother of God, literally everything about this man was so damn beautiful and I've never said that about a man's c*ck in my life -- until tonight. I would've rather had our first time be in a bedroom and on a bed, but something about the first time being on a couch in a studio right in Sound City oddly made it perfect for him and me. The way he was so rough, yet so gentle, he'd make sure he had permission for everything and slid in with ease just to make sure I could take him without any issue. He is the only man I've been with that's made sure I coated him the way he desired before he let himself hit the brink of ultimate ecstasy and I still can't believe I slept with this man.
He's married, which is nothing new for me to sleep with a married man, but he has children who call me Auntie Stevie and I'm good friends with his wife. But, the way he made love to me, the way he looked in my eyes and called me Stephanie before saying he loved me...it's nothing against Jane, but I don't think this was a one-time thing. Hell, if I have it my way it won't be a one-time thing.
Mark my words though, someway, and somehow, I'm going to marry that man someday. I've never experienced a kiss, sex, or love the way I do with him, and since his feelings are the same, it seems like by his words and actions anyway, it's only a matter of time...hopefully. Men like him don't normally fall for women like me, and I can't just let this one go. Besides, Stephanie Petty sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
”Steph..” She hated when he called her that, yet he's been calling her that for years and now suddenly it bothers her? Because only he called her that anymore, the same man that she walked away from a couple of months ago - the same man she has to face today and she's going to have to act as if nothing happened between them for the last few months. "...you've never been anxious about being at a studio before, besides, you and Tom hadn't seen each other since before you went to rehab" Oh if Lindsey only knew how much she had seen him since she got out of rehab -- did he forget the big fight they had when he saw she was thinking about seeing Tom? "I'm sure I'll be a pleasant surprise. We won't be there for too long, I'm just doing backup vocals"
"That's fine, Lindsey. It's no big deal"
The reality, though, is that it was a massive deal going to the studio, going to a studio where he'll be there, where she'll have to look into those beautiful ocean blue eyes and remember the tears she made him cry a few months ago. To hear the voice of the man whose southern accent was pure ecstasy. To watch him play the guitar while in a studio and fight the urge to slide onto his lap and make passionate love to him on the spot, she walked away from their relationship for a reason she already regrets, but she couldn't let him know that...especially if he was happier without her.
Standing outside the studio door, she heard him on the other side of the door working on what she would assume was the song Lindsey was singing backup vocals for, the blonde took a deep breath while Lindsey opened the door and walked in, Stevie slowly walking in behind him while Tom and Lindsey said hello to each other. "Hey, Stevie" Did he really just call her Stevie? He never calls her Stevie, he must know about what she did after their breakup, or he's happier without her. He hasn't called her that in years.
"Hey, Tom..." her heart was racing, yet shattering in the pit of her stomach as she'd walk to the couch that was away from the soundtable and sat down, her eyes never leaving Tom as she watched him walk through the studio. "So, are you two back together?" her heart suddenly stopped, the fear on her face she was trying to figure out what to chalk it up to as Lindsey's lighthearted chuckle ruined any chance she could ever have with Tom again. "All but. We're doing a special with the band soon, but you know how Steph and I always end up finding our way back to each other"
"Lindsey, we have rehearsal soon, I know you guys wanted to get this done in one take..." she suddenly spoke up, interrupting any other conversation that could come about them being back together, yet avoiding eye contact with Tom even though she could feel his soul breaking within him. But, other than that he looked so good, he looked so happy without always having to deal with her. Maybe she did the right thing after all?
The two men quickly agreed with Stevie's comment, Tom going into the studio as Lindsey sat at the soundboard. "I'll record my part, then you can come and do your vocals, Lindsey. I think we can get it done pretty quickly." Stevie's eyes rested on Tom as he sat down in front of the microphone, her mind briefly going back to Wildflowers and how he'd always sit in the booth and make silly faces at her before the music hit, but as soon as the first beat dropped he was able to go into work mode and make beautiful music - and this was no different, but this time Stevie had to sit there and realize the harsh reality that this song is most likely about their breakup - and she can't say a word about it due to Lindsey being here. After all, the song is called Walls after all, so it has to be about her, right?
"Some days are diamonds Some days are rocks Some doors are open Some roads are blocked"
"Sundowns are golden Then they fade away But if I never do nothing I'm coming back someday"
The way he looked at her while he was singing the second verse, the way they locked eyes at the moment where he said he was coming back someday ate her soul alive. She bit the inside of her mouth, her eyes filling up with tears as she could do nothing but sit there, she couldn't react, she couldn't beg him to stop or beg Lindsey to leave. This wasn't a song about their breakup, this was a song to her and she didn't know how to handle it without losing her sh*t.
"'Cause you got a heart so big It could crush this town And I can't hold out forever Even walls fall down"
"All around your island There's a barricade It keeps out the danger Holds in the pain"
The way he kept looking at her, the way he kept making it seem like they were the only two in the room and he was all but begging her to come back. But, he looked so good and seemed so happy, why beg her to come back? Why beg a woman who chose her band, and once again her career, over her happiness?
"Sometimes you're happy And sometimes you cry Half of me is ocean Half of me is sky"
"But, you got a heart so big It could crush this town. And I can't hold out forever Even walls fall down"
"And some things are over Some things go on Part of me you carry And part of me is gone"
Stevie's hand quickly rested on her stomach, he had to know what she did after their breakup, and she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't just sit here and act like she was fine when she was watching him sing, she couldn't act as if she didn't know the song was about her. "I'll uh - I'll be right back, just keep working, Linds" Stevie managed to mumble, getting up from the couch as she broke eye contact with Tom to rush out of the room. She heard Tom holler her name while in the booth, but she couldn't dare bring her running to a stop. Swinging the door open before running towards the closest bathroom, the violent sob she let out as soon as she heard the bathroom door shut behind her echoed in the room. Going to a stall, she got in and locked the door behind her before sitting down and bringing her knees to her chest, burying her face to muffle the sobs escaping her lips. Not only did she feel she ruined any chance of ever being with him, but now she figured out he most likely knew about the choice she made after their breakup - and she knew he would never be with her again after that. She came mostly to see if he moved on since their breakup, and not only had he moved on but he was happier without her. All she could do now was throw herself into the one thing that never betrayed her, which is her music, and forget about the man she's loved since the first time she laid eyes on his face to face. And this time, she had no one to blame but herself.
september 27th, 2014: stevie nicks sits down for an interview to discuss her new album '24 karat gold: songs from the vault. while being asked about the song 'hard advice' and the story behind it, stevie lets out a chuckle before talking about who the song was about -- her good friend tom petty.
