2009/05/19

PROMPTuesday #56 – Angel of my Dreams

DaGoddess @ 01:49

Angels come in all shapes and forms. Some are more potent than others. Some are mere spectres of the past. And some are simply dreams we can’t quite reach. A lot like ghosts, which I don’t consider bad. But it’s up to us to keep angels as they are and not allow them to turn dark (I hesitate to use the word “demon” because of that blasted movie in theaters at the moment, but if I must, well, just try to keep up and don’t make me go there). In other words, believe in your angels and don’t let their presence throw you into a tailspin. They’re here to help.

While chose one Stevie Nicks angel tune, I immediately thought of another, from the Tusk album, simply called “Angel“. Of course, that reminded me of her “Beautiful Child“, which, to me, is about longing and that one relationship that somehow takes you from the little girl love to real love, or what you hope is real love. (It reduces me to tears nearly every time.) I somehow always build a story about the tune in that it’s really about Stevie and Lindsey, or was it really about Stevie and Mick? It was just as confusing to me as my own first love was and how every relationship can be. Heartachingly maddening. And yet, you just keep seeking, reaching, trying because that’s what we humans do.

I guess it’s no wonder that yesterday’s haiku touched on this theme. (Oh, you don’t know about those? That’s okay. It’s just something I do.) And so, without shame, I copy myself and give you the haiku from yesterday to fulfill Deb’s fiendish assignment:

As your lips near mine
My brain goes into meltdown
Tongue tied wordless want

I think we’ve all pretty much been there at one time or another, no? And it was only in writing this post that I realized the first line of the haiku sounds remarkably like part of “Beautiful Child”.

To my haiku dealer: damn you! It’s the new crack. To Deb: damn you! Same thing with PROMPTs! And for whoever can find me the entire Buckingham Nicks album on CD plus “Gold & Braid”, “Smiling Islands”, “Garbo”, and two minutes with Stevie Nicks? I will marry you.

It’s very hard for me to start writing anything related to Stevie Nicks or Fleetwood Mac because one word can easily become 7,000. And that’s a conservative estimate. All songs are connected for me. “Beautiful Child” connects seamlessly (in my mind) to “When I See You Again” (from Tango in the Night), which then has a story (and an edit from me — I heard that song take different form as it was being sung). And that story ultimately leads elsewhere. Like the time I could have sworn I saw Mick Fleetwood at Burger King in LAX. So, please believe me when I say y’all got off easily this time.

6 Comments

  1. Love Stevie!! :thumbs:

    Comment by Pam — 2009/05/19 @ 09:10

  2. “Beautiful Child” also melts my heart, along with “Goodbye Baby” and about 100 other Stevie songs. She’s just awesome. :may:

    Comment by Stevie Nicks Fan — 2009/05/19 @ 12:14

  3. Stevie Nicks – possibly my favorite female performer (next to Bonnie Raitt). :worship: When you talk about Stevie & Lindsey the first things that come to mind are the live performances of “Landslide” and “Silver Spring”. :clap: Oh yeah, and one can’t forget “The Chain”. My mom used to wear that last one out on her old 8-track back in the late 70’s.

    Comment by diamond dave — 2009/05/19 @ 13:24

  4. Great post – I love Stevie Nicks and I’m still over here trying to figure out if I have the brain power to participate in PrompTuesday this week. I’ve been so lame lately and I haven’t risen to the challenge in weeks. Blech.

    Anyway, how did this become about me? I loved your post.

    Comment by Blognut — 2009/05/19 @ 18:20

  5. Blognut, you can do it. Give yourself three or four lines max and call it a day. That’s what I did!

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/05/19 @ 19:06

  6. I worked at that Burger King. Mick came in all the time.

    Comment by Cheri @ Blog This Mom! — 2009/05/19 @ 23:51

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