Friday, May 13, 2011

"[T]he canny performer whose utilitarian decisions and whimsical tastes became the totems and scripture of a tribe."

= how they write in The New Yorker about... well, try to guess before clicking. Here's some more high-tone verbiage:
She has been the regulator of weight; the titrator of substances; the veteran of a love triangle; the female artist who escaped the long shadow of a male collaborator; the commercial artist who passed through wildly different stations of commerce... She survived both the corrosive lift of cocaine and the lead apron of Klonopin.
Come on. Klonopin is the giveaway. If you're in the know. In the klono...

ADDED: Oh, that reminds me. We were just watching this.

7 comments:

rhhardin said...

Nicks is like a USB thumb drive in lace, a small package containing a variety of pop-culture personality tropes.

Is there a worse editorial staff at any magazine.

Patrick said...

I find her the least interesting member of Fleetwood Mac.

Blue@9 said...

The writer is not terrible, certainly a poet, but sometimes poets stretch a bit too far for interesting imagery or metaphor. In this case, it went real ugly real fast. "Nicks is like a USB thumb drive in lace"? Oh good grief that's teeerible.

NotWhoIUsedtoBe said...

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Steve Koch said...

The FM band with Stevie Nicks is basically a MOR commercially oriented band. They are OK but don't do much for me. Stevie never had much of a voice but what voice she had was a bit irritating. Stevie was more about image than music.

I listened to some old Fleetwood Mac (i.e. prior to Stevie Nicks joining the band) and I much prefer that band to the Fleetwood Mac band with Stevie Nicks. Peter Green was part of the original Fleetwood Mac and back then he was amazing (kind of like Stevie Ray Vaughn). Fleetwood Mac was bluesy, ballsy, and creative.

Sydney said...

I sat next to a man on a bus once who was obsessed with her. Wouldn't stop talking about her the entire trip.

cassandra lite said...

That is seriously (and hilariously) overwritten, not unlike a high school essayist with a new thesaurus.