‘You could be my Silver Springs’

Let’s start at the beginning.
When I was little, my mom kept a radio in the kitchen. From there, I remember two things: if we were home, it was on, and it was always around. We kept about a dozen or so CDs and cassette tapes on hand, swapping them out as tastes or moods changed, but there were a few that always stayed in the pile. One was Shania’s “The Woman In Me,” but we’ll talk more about that later. The other was Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumours.”
There’s something alchemical about music and maybe no better band (and no greater frontwoman) than Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks to talk about when you talk about this peculiar magic: that you can hear a song or an album your whole life without really listening to it, but when you finally do — when you walk into the kitchen one stormy night because you’re a kid at home alone and want to hear voices that aren’t yours in the old, dark house — everything falls into place and everything changes.