![]() "I just sat there and watched as these paned doors, two stories high, flew open" Nicks recalls, breathless. The morning found her still frightened, and as she tried to orient herself, the arched French doors across from her bed swung wide with such force that they toppled the desk standing in front of them, sending Stevie's typewriter, a pair of pink vases and aĭelicate statuettelike candle sailing through the air. She eventually made her way back to her bed and fell into a troubled sleep. Ten minutes passed as she cowered in mute terror then she stumbled down the damp hallway to the room of her secretary, Debbie Alsbury, who calmed and reassured her. ![]() The light she had just extinguished sprang on and she was so petrified she could not scream, could not even speak. ![]() Then came a queer whir, and something brushed against her cheek. Suddenly, she was startled by the sound of rapidly flapping wings in the blackness. Retiring for the night, Stevie turned off the light in her huge shadowy bedroom. And so, on a cool night not long ago in an ancient chateau outside of Paris, there was no rest for a believer.įresh from finishing Bella Donna, her first solo album, Stevie Nicks had met up with Fleetwood Mac at Le Chateau, the legendary studio-retreat where Elton John recorded Honky Château and where the Mac were laying down tracks for their next LP. You, on this side of the door, must answer the spectral knock with a beckoning, for the Darkness cannot cross your threshold unless it is invited in. It is said that the door to the other side of this existence, to the Spirit Corridor and the Plain of Souls, has no knob on it and can only be opened from the outside. Never let her know what the world really is. ![]() Dear God -if there is a God in the world- don't Let her know. She would sing and her marvelous voice would echo in the wild and tranquil evening silence. There were sunsets when the water resembled hammered gold under the golden light, or it would be running brass or whitely flowering beneath a white sky. She would rock on the open porches and look at the sea, marveling over its changefulness. ![]() Good Fairy Tries to Balance Two Careers. ![]()
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