When it comes to ears (Kiss), nose (Cher) and throat (Nicks), Dr. Ed Kantor is No. 1 in rock Dr. Edward Kantor is in his Beverly Hills office tending to Danny Kaye. A phone rings, and it is another patient — Barbra...
Abstract: The article focuses on the event at Club La Serre in celebration with the appearance of the rock band Fleetwood Mac in Washington, D.C. The event was attended by about 200 guests which include Chip Carter...
Mr. and Mrs. Roy Rubens of Beverly Hills didn’t lose their daughter, Julie. They gained Fleetwood’s Mac—when the superband’s co-founder and bass player John McVie plighted his troth to her in the...
FLEETWOOD MAC have returned to Britain, a decade after their song ‘Albatross’ set a new mood and mellow tone for the rock guitar. But that original psychedelic Fleetwood Mac are to the present group like...
A song-writing soprano with fragile vocal cords casts her sexy spell on rock Rock doesn’t need a Farrah Fawcett. It has Stevie Nicks. So what if Stevie insists “turning men on has never been my design...
It is a sad irony when someone with a special talent has the very medium of that talent endangered. A singer who struggles to keep her voice brings to mind the athlete with the trick knee, the musician with hearing...
Fundamental Roll Walter Egan Columbia PC 34679 If there’s any doubt about about who controls Fleetwood Mac, listen to Fundamental Roll, which Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham helped produce, and on which Nicks...
SURE, THIS album deserves platinum status as much as the next Kiss LP, but frankly there’s only one cut that really sends me – “Dreams,” written by Stevie Nicks. Look, I know she has an air that she’s hot...
You could look it up. After 10 years and a like number of frequently boring albums (some great stuff in there, too), these penguin fanciers were starting to look like small beer. Meanwhile, Stevie Nicks was waiting...
The Long Hard Drive from British Blues to California Gold By Cameron Crowe Rolling Stone Thursday, March 24, 1977 (RS 235) Fuck it… Peter Green didn’t want his 30,000 [pounds] a year. The money was royalties...