I just finished an interesting biography of Fleetwood Mac frontwoman, Stevie Nicks. It talked a lot about her poetry, her music, her relationships, her illnesses and serious drug addictions.
I also learned a lot about her weight. At each stage of her career. Of course, I found this annoying.
I always appreciated the music of Fleetwood Mac. And their songs were EVERYWHERE when I was growing up. (They still are – I hear at least one song every day, on the radio and in commercials.) I truly respect their musicianship and longevity and the fact that they made hit after hit after hit in one of the world’s toughest industries. But they wouldn’t have gotten nearly that far without the inimitable Stevie Nicks, a true legend.
As I was reading about her weight gain, corsets, heaving cleavage, ‘bloating’,et. al, I felt really sad for Stevie. Particularly since, as Stevie got heavier, reviewers started making nasty comments. Rolling Stone, The New York Timesand local papers all continually noted her weight.
Why? What does her weight have to do with her musical ability? Yes, her voice got rough and damaged, but that was from massive amounts of cocaine and alcohol. Not cheesecake.
Of course, I wondered if men get the same demeaning treatment. I didn’t read anything about Lindsey Buckingham’s bloating (and he did bloat). But I suppose sometimes they do – think Elvis.
Still, I’d say most people put on weight as they age – it’s normal. By the time the Stevie Nicks biography closed, she was 70.
(The biography also constantly references Stevie’s age, and makes a big deal each time she dates a guy a bit younger than she. The men in Fleetwood Mac, on the other hand, all end up in their 60s with wives half their age and new babies. Perfectly acceptable.)
I guess I don’t care what my rock star weighs, what she eats, which diets she tries – I do care that she can still sing Rhiannon and give me the chills.