Panchimalco, San Salvador
Let’s put stereotypes of Indian people to rest
The other day, for a brief second, the thought crossed my mind to run down to the corner drug store, grab some black shoe polish and proceed to cover myself in it. Then I imagined throwing on a hoodie and heading down to the gym where I would tell my African American buddies that I had dressed up this way “to honor them and their ancestors.” Then I stopped, looked at myself in the mirror, and slapped myself for allowing such an incredibly stupid thought to cross my mind.
"Some people don’t sleep at night - I am one of those people. These pictures were taken long after everyone had gone to bed - I would begin after midnight and go until 4 or 5 in the morning. I stopped at sunrise - like a vampire… I never really thought anyone would ever see these pictures, they went into shoeboxes, where they remained. I did everything - I was the stylist, the makeup artist, the furniture mover, the lighting director. It was my joy - I was the model…" Stevie Nicks
Stevie Nicks Polaroid Selfies c.1976
Me just 5 mins ago…
"Oh, it’s dessert time! ICE CREAM TIME!" as i walk to the kitchen, open the freezer, and take out the tub of ice cream.
then, “What the heck? why is this is almost empty? it was just half full yesterday.” as i freakin realized that i already had ice cream time just an hour ago and totally forgot about it…
oh well! it’s second ice cream time!
3. 1975: Stevie Nicks writes “Silver Springs” about her relationship with Lindsay Buckingham, and Mick Fleetwood cuts it from ‘Rumors’ to replace it with Buckingham’s “I Don’t Want to Know.”
"I Don’t Want to Know," is not a bad song, but it’s kind of like a well-made roast beef sandwich next to the boeuf Wellington that is "Silver Springs," a song that ‘Rumors’ co-producer and engineer Richard Dashut called "the best song that has never made it to a record album."
The really crazy thing about “Silver Springs” is that it anticipates the revenge Nicks eventually got on Buckingham by going on to be, on her worst day, 100 times better than he is on his best, even though he is very good. That the song (accounts differ as to how much Nicks’ gender prevented her from being recognized as the band’s true master) promised the listener/Buckingham, “I’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you / you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you” and then made good on that promise, is both kind of awesome and creepy. It has become a classic for anyone, man or woman, wishing to express the specific but very common feeling of “fuck I still love you but that’s OK because I’m so much more talented than you are.”
Never more clearly, beautifully, hauntingly portrayed than in this video, which I’ve now watched more than is strictly healthy.