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The Gypsy~Dove™
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Ms.Stevie Nicks!

Nicks, who now lives in Arizona, released a box set compilation entitled Enchanted in 1998 and rejoined Fleetwood Mac for a reunion tour and album called The Dance that was well received by the public.

"Stevie really is the Elizabeth Taylor of rock 'n' roll."From The E! Gossip Page June 1, 1997 At "Stevie really is the Elizabeth Taylor of rock 'n' roll." From The E! Gossip PageJune 1, 997 At the reunion concert of Fleetwood Mac last Friday on the Warners lot, Cindy Crawford, Rande Gerber, Winona Ryder and hundreds of other FM fans were simply ripped up by Nicks' ballad, which left the singer herself crying onstage. The group has not performed together in 15 years. Courtney Love must have been the only dry eye in the studio, but I couldn't entirely see past her date Ed Norton's shaved head to make sure. (I do know she was certainly dressed up for the occasion--after all, she's an admitted Big Mac fan--black halter, greasy hair pulled back, tattoo a-blazin'.) You see, Fleetwood Mac is getting ready to launch a greatest-hits album, with three new songs, plus a world tour in September. But their first concert will instead be shown on MTV in August, the taping of which was at Warners. On a dishier note, Stevie really is the Elizabeth Taylor of rock 'n' roll. Her weight gains, her men, her various hide-and-seeks with the media, have made her the source of many a joke and jab. I'll limit mine. But she does appear to have been frozen in 1977 (perhaps she has a little Austin Powers in her?), what with her massive blonde locks, flowing black-lace shrouds and witchy-woman gyrations. But she still seduces, big-time. So, who cares how big her figure is? I don't. (You see, I've got a Big Love for the gal.) By:Ted Casablanca, E Gossip

Stevie fever fires up fashion as designers get retro-activeBy Degen PenerEnterta Stevie fever fires up fashion as designers get retro-active By Degen Pener Entertainment Weekly, Feb. 7, 1997 Maybe Courtney Love didn't wear a fringed shawl to the Golden Globes, but The People vs. Larry Flynt star still appears to be sparking a Stevie Nicks fashion renaissance. Hole's cover of Fleetwood Mac's "Gold Dust Women" opened Anna Sui's spring show, and Love described what she wore to January's New York Film Critics Circle Awards - a chiffon dress with strappy heels - as a tribute to the queen of handkerchief - point hems. "It's that 'Gypsy' feeling," says designer Jill Stuart. Truth be told, this retro kick is but one symptom of a late - 70's/early '80s fashion fever. Europeans Dirk Bikkembergs and Costume National hit the runways with their best shot of Pat Benatar. And Betsey Johnson and Ann Demeulemeester have staged homage's to Patti Smith. But the wildest flashback is to the 1983's Flashdance. Designers Michael Kors and Spooky have revived the Jennifer Beals look, though they claim it's not so literal. "It's not cut-up sweatshirts," says Joanne DeLuca of trend watchers Sputnik Inc., 'but kids having fun with this look were barely born then. We've even spotted guys in leg warmers."

Singer's Performance came in Nicks of timeHouston Chronicle Sept. 11 1994At last, rock's year Singer's Performance came in Nicks of time Houston Chronicle Sept. 11 1994 At last, rock's year of the geezer has brought a gal geezer. The night before tickets for the 50-something Rolling Stones went on sale, Stevie Nicks, a mere 46, rocked the Woodlands Pavilion with surprising panache and vitality Friday night-surprising, given her uneven history apart from supergroup Fleetwood Mac and the blandness of her new album, Street Angel. But live shows are always another matter, and for this one Nicks brought her usual strong core of veteran musicians. Her 10-member band included one-time Mac member Rick Vito on lead guitar, old pro Russ Kunkel on drums and three female backing singers, among them the ever-present Sharon Celani. Though the enthusiastic crowd's size was modest-due in part of the day's steady rains-there was no shame in this show, which eschewed Nick's often schmaltzy ballads in favor of straight-ahead rockers. After a solid 40-minute "unplugged" set by Darden Smith-and a quick 17-minute break-Nicks emerged wearing loose layers of dark, diaphanous clothes that she'd use as whirling, swirling props. Her 90-minute, 11 song set (followed by encores of The Chain and Tom Petty's I Need to Know) opened with her debut solo album's Outside the Rain, which quickly segued into Dreams, a song she wrote for Fleetwood Mac 17 years ago. That blending signaled things to come, as she slid between her solo and Mac repertoires. The new album's semi-hit, Maybe Love Will Change Your Mind, was sweetly lifting, with Nicks dedicating it to Houston songwriter Sandy Stewart, who was in the audience. (Stewart co-wrote that song and has written for Nicks dating back to 1983's The Wild Heart album.) But her older material packed the biggest punch, especially the show's early peak, Rhiannon. It opened slowly, almost mournfully, with Nicks singing alone, then kicked into high gear with the full band and built to a fervent finish. Nicks sang her best wailing vocals and Vito played a stinging solo, with licks worthy of the original recording's Lindsey Buckingham. Nicks then left the stage-as she did six times, either for wardrobe changes or to make another entrance-and returned for Stand Back, Destiny, and Gold Dust Woman. The last worked the same groove far too long as the band vamped while she made yet another exit. Talk to Me then built to another raucous pitch with another Vito solo, followed by the new Blue Denim, another Nicks exit and a percussion solo during which she could have taken a short nap. She might have needed the rest for her prolonged, traditional closer, Edge of Seventeen, the insistent rocker that always ends with Nicks touching fans at the stage edge and accepting bouquets, stuffed animals and, on this night, a live white dove, befitting the lyrics. Such displays may seem wildly self-serving, but Nicks nurtures a give-and-take love affair with her fans. No Billy Joel is she, grudgingly touring for the money and indifferent to the spiritual sustenance rock'n'roll at its best can offer. That's not to say she is rock at its best. But she's written some great songs-some classic songs- over the years. And as she, too, eases into middle age, her benignly witchy presence still graces a stage with the magic that first gave them life.
Sandra Bernhard Interviews Stevie

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