12/16/2025
Seeing Stevie Nicks with one of my fan pals felt like a full-circle, soul-level moment. We were perched way up high against the black brick wall at TD Garden — the kind of spot where you’re not blocking anyone’s view and you’re free to be. I danced. I sang. I let it all move through me. It was absolutely epic.
The next morning, still buzzing, I went straight into a deep dive on her connection to Tom Petty — two kindred spirits, collaborators, storytellers. That thread of musical kinship made the night feel even richer, like I’d been standing inside a living lineage of rock history.
What stayed with me most was the women. All around me, people of every age, dressed in every era of Stevie — shawls, lace, boots, top hats, velvet, confidence. It was beautiful. A multigenerational gathering of devotion, freedom, softness, strength, and magic.
A reminder that music carries us across time, that icons become mirrors, and that there is something incredibly powerful about singing your heart out, high up, unapologetic, surrounded by people who get it.
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