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FIREFLIES 1980 - Stevie Nicks - Fleetwood Mac - Lindsey Buckingham - Mick Fleetwood Christine McVie
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- čas přidán 13. 08. 2024
- Let's take a time machine trip back to December 8, 1980. The radio stations in Los Angeles were going crazy playing Fleetwood Mac's new album. Fleetwood Mac Live. When I heard Sara live for the first time I knew I had to get this album. A trip in the Ford Fiesta led me to Licorice Pizza. A double cassette is what I purchased that day. I played those two cassettes so much I had to replace the cassettes with a new purchase. I could not (and still cannot) get enough of their latest album. I upgraded the speakers in the Fiesta to Jensen Triaxials and put in a new amp. That album was so sweet driving to work at midnight on the freeway.
What is it about a song that stirs your soul? Sara from this album just killed me. Words cannot explain that song to anyone. It goes way, way beyond mere words. Fireflies was like Sara to myself. I cannot explain Fireflies. It speaks a language that has no words. I came across a line from that song that has stayed with me my entire life. The words haunt my soul. I would play that part of the song over and over again listening to Stevie sing those words:
"Silhouette of a dream treasured by the ones who hung on to it."
You see, at the time I had a huge dream. It seemed impossible at the time. But whenever I listened to this song and those words I knew it wasn't. I just had to keep that silhouette of a dream alive inside my imagination and hang onto it.
"I would love to believe, I believe what you say
In the drama of the moment for us there is no easy way."
I would let those words sink into my mind at work and envision my future. A future that seemed so real, so incredibly real to me inside my imagination yet on the outside it had yet come to pass. It took a while but that dream did come to pass.
"Silhouette of a dream treasured by the ones who hung on to it."
What are your dreams? Where do you see yourself in 10 years? How bad do you want your dream? Do you want it as bad as you would want air if someone held you under water? When you want it that bad it is only a matter of time before imagination becomes reality.
"When you build your house then call me home"
"All I ever wanted was to know that you were dreaming"
To be the last to leave the last to be gone
Stolen from the ones who held onto it
To be the last in line oh the ones that live on
Silhouette of a dream treasured by the ones
Who hung on to it
Almost a breakdown of our love affair
The stiletto cuts quick like a whip through the air
Long distance winners will we survive the flight
Not one of us runs from the fire light
I would love to believe, I believe what you say
In the drama of the moment
Oh no there is no easy way, no one ever leaves
Everyone stays close 'till the fire fades
I would love to believe, I believe what you say
In the drama of the moment
For us there is no easy way, no one ever leaves
Everyone stays close 'till the fire fades
To be the last to leave what caused the fearsome
Divorce in the night there was no competition
Well to survive do it right and you believe in the five
To survive the distance everyone fights
Everyone fights and the fire flies
What happened to my feelings
When heartbreak comes in the night
Some call it my nightmare my five fireflies
Well like a sailing ship on one of love's rocks, no one
Of our love affair like a whip through the air
I would love to believe, I believe what you say
Fireflies
Fireflies is a song written by Stevie Nicks and performed by her with Fleetwood Mac at a private concert for family and friends at the Civic Centre in Santa Monica, California in July 1980. The recording was released on Fleetwood Mac Live later that year as were two other songs performed at the show - Christine McVie's One More Night and a cover of the Beach Boys' The Farmer's Daughter.
Love this tune so dear to my heart 💜 thank you 🎉🎉🎉🎉❤❤❤❤
You are welcome Tiffany. This song along with Sara always cause a flood of memories within my mind. Many cherished and remembered always and forever and some remembered for the very first time in 45 years.
oh I love this song!!
Same here, it holds a special place in my heart. Always has since the first time I heard it on the radio. KROQ Pasadena. KMET Hollywood.
fantastica Stevie, fantastici tutti!
Stevie, forever a beautiful and bright firefly 🦠🦋🌹
Stevie forever THE IICON!
Great tune
Great I found ur channel. Love FM and Stevie so much. Beautiful song. 1980 I was school boy.
THANKS FOR SHARING THIS TE AMO 😘😘😘😘🙏😇😍😎💌🕯️✨✨🕊️🔥💖❤️🔥✨🕯️🕊️❤️🔥🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶♀️♀️👑MY HEART ❤️ BELONGED TO STEVIE NICKS YEARS AGO 👀🎶❤️🔥🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️JUST LIKE A WHITE 🤍 WINGED DOVE 🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️
Thank you❤. ..that was a treat to see and hear....love your story in the description box❤
Thanks for stopping by. It's a beautiful song. It brings back so many memories. Seems like 1980 was only 4 or 5 years ago, not 43.
@@LaVidaLocaHomie so true....blink of an eye......
Have the 7"" 45 with picture sleeve!!
I hunted that record down for 20 years ! Love that the lyrics are on the cover .
R.I.P.🎶✨💌💌🎶😎😘🌎😇🙏😇🙏😇SONG 🐦 🕊️ 🐦 🕊️ 🐦 🕊️ 🐦 BIRD ...TE AMO
SEE YA IN HEAVEN...
PEOPLE LEAVE US WITH AMAZING 😍 😍 😍 😍 MEMORIES, 💓 Don't TTHEY STEVIE NICKS .... 🎥 🎥😎🎶💌✨👀🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️✨🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️💖🔥❤️🔥💖❤️🔥🎶🎶🎶🎶👑
omg, I read someone's post saying they loved what your description is, so I went to read it too. omg. I feel the same way, these two songs are so deep in my mind for some reason. It's to the point if I hear Sara, only by random chance, something really good happens to me. Long story short. I was trapped in a hollywood story nightmare. I moved into this hollywood hills house with this 'supposed' agent who convince other girls to move in in an exchange he would rep you as an actor. Once I got there, trusting the ladies who lived there, after a few months I realized I was trapped way up in the hills in a house that Judy Garland lived in once. I had no car and even if I did, I wouldn't be allowed to use it. One day he let me go out for an extra job on a movie set and I met this girl and she wanted to go to the movies so I went. I was yelled at when this girl brought me home. I went to the room I slept in and just was crying thinking about calling the couple that I rented from to come and get me. I heard a knock on the door. Sara was on the radio and it was so comforting. I told who ever was at the door to leave me alone. It was the girl from the set and I let her in. She got the idea this situation wasn't right and told me to leave there. The next day, I called the lady , Aida and her husband Joe (Erik Estrada's uncle) who I rented from my situation. I called another friend I met from acting class If I can rent with her and her roomie. Aida, came the next day in her car and helped me escape this trap. This household all were saying, don't leave, you can go out when ever you want, get a car, have a job. My job at that house was working in that house as a maid. Anyway ever since then, that song appears to me to tell me all will be fine...
Hi Sophiah, that was a beautiful story. Not the first part obviously but how the story ended. That agent sounds like a real piece of work. I take it he was not paying you as a maid except for free board and maybe some food. Wow, living in Judy Garland's old house must have been amazing. I can only imagine the vibrations in that house. Yes, there are so many Hollywood horror stories. I worked in the Hills for 20 years. From Cahuenga and Barham to way out past Topanga Canyon. From Ventura Blvd up to Mulholland and back down to Sunset. From Studio City, to Bel Air to Pacific Palisades to Malibu. The things I personally saw and the weird stories I've heard would melt your mind. It's a sick twisted world but there are good pure souls out there.
I was working a couple houses down the road when that whole OJ case split wide open. Another time I was scheduled to give a quote to a homeowner who lived off Laurel Canyon south of Mulholland. The front door opened and some older man around 45 greeted me in a long flowing black shiny robe with a large black hood that was pulled over his head. So his face was set back deep into the hood. The inside of the hood was bright red. I kept my composure but noticed others behind him in the living room walking around in the same black robes with hoods all pulled over their heads. I just got a real bad vibe and left that place asap and never returned.
I used to work as a courier in LA from 1977 for a couple years. Back in the old days the networks would fly videotape from LA to NYC via overnight Emery Express flights from LAX. I always loved getting dispatched to ABC studios on Prospect avenue. Most of the times I'd have to hang around a bit in the newsroom while the crew was making the final touches on the videos and 8x10s. The newsroom was what got me interested in police scanners. Their newsroom had an entire wall of old school Bearcat 210s and assorted other scanners. It was a trip waiting there while listening to Hollywood PD, Citywide Tac 1 and Tac 2 and the West Hollywood sheriffs office. It was way beyond crazy. Hearing with my own ears what is going on and 99% of the stuff I heard never made the news. I'll always remember one night back when the Hillside Strangler was out and about.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hillside_Strangler
One of the newsroom techs asked me if I wanted to look at some of the photos their reporters shot that day. I said yes I'd like to. The images he showed me that night have stayed with me all my life. They were the crime scene photos of Lauren Wagner from November 29, 1977. I had never seen anything like that in my life, heard about things like that yes, but when you see it with your own eyes it changes you. Either for the worse or better depending on your viewpoint. It made me realize there really are a lot of sick people in this world that for all intents and purposes look "normal". The Hillside Strangler's final victim was Cindy Hudspeth on February 17, 1978. I was working that night when I heard Gary (my friend) on the company radio crying. He was telling the dispatcher he had just found out they had killed his next door neighbor.
As you can tell I have a fondness for old Hollywood. Back in the mid 80s I met a woman that lived near the 405 and Sunset. She was a real character. Born in 1901 to a very wealthy family. Lived her entire life on her terms. She used to tell me old stories what Hollywood was like in the 1920s and 30s. She would speak of her parents taking her family in a large Ford sedan up a tiny dirt road called Sepulveda over the hill into the SFV. She said it was all farmland and oranges. Van Nuys Blvd was a dirt road. Old Hollywood back then really was a Land Of Dreams. And a few nightmares thrown in here and there. Scandals, murders, back stabbing, drugs, abortions but on the surface Hollywood was kept clean. It would be amazing to be able to go back in time for a day or three and see men wearing smartly tailored suits and hats with the woman wearing smartly tailored dresses with hats. I watch a lot of old 1930s movies and try to imagine a simpler life from the 1920s and 30s.
I wonder where that "agent" is today and what he is up to?
Full Service: My Adventures in Hollywood by Scotty Bowers is one of favorite trashy reads about old Hollywood. It's a real eye opener. Scotty was born in 1923. He lived to be 96.
@@LaVidaLocaHomie wow! you write amazing. Write a novel please! That guy, the agent, I found one of the girls who lived up there and she said he passed away...one day I would like to talk to her more about how it all ended up in that house....
Love it 🥰 eat a peach 🍑