"if i could,
maybe i'd give you my world.
how can i,
when you wont take it from me?"
go your own way was written by lindsey buckingham, and was a the first single released off of fleetwood mac's 1977 album rumours. buckingham wrote the song as a message to stevie nicks. it describes their breakup, with the most obvious line being, "packing up, shacking up is all you want to do." stevie insisted she never shacked up with anyone when they were going out, and wanted lindsey to take out the line. he refused.
while the rumours album was being recorded, the marriage of john and christine mcvie (both of them mac members) was also coming to an end. with two couples breaking up during the sessions, and the heavy drug use that was going on, recording was quite tense. go your own way is ranked #119 on rolling stone's list of the 50 greatest songs of all time, one of the group's two entries along with rhiannon (will you ever win),and is the only fleetwood mac song on the rock and roll hall of fame's 500 songs that shaped rock and roll list.
i have this vivid memory of my mother playing the rumours album while she was cooking in the kitchen, singing along with such abandon. her eyes would shut and she looked so beautiful, so free of any cares in the world. i held the album up, looking at the front and back side, and the inner sleeve, and thought i wanted to grow up and look just like stevie nicks. all the flowing clothes, the ballet-perfect pose, the otherworldly quality to her that reminded me of faeries, gardens and a dreamworld by the sea.
sometimes i feel like my mother has been three different people to me, the younger version that i admired and looked up to with ever part of my being. her long hair and dresses, the green she brought to life in our backyard, the daisies she weaved into my hair and hers, and the way music seemed to accompany her every move. i know my love for music is directly connected to my mother.
when i was an adolescent the perception of my mother changed, and it is that incarnation which holds much of the pain and bitterness i feel towards her. it is the image i fight becoming myself, and the time in my life where i felt less than anything at all. and, then there is my mother today. we are deeply estranged, and there seems to be an ocean of misunderstandings and difference between us that neither of us seems able, or willing, to cross. of course, the truth is more than likely that it was my eyes that changed, my vision, the way i saw my mother. and that all of those "versions" are her, and still exist, even today.
and, despite the fact that i never felt good enough for her, i did sort out a way to go my own way. i struggle still today with people's perceptions of me, and the fact that i still never feel quite good enough for anyone; but, when the music is played loud enough i can lose myself in it, i can shack up with it until i feel better. it is in music, and probably only in music, that i feel good enough for anyone.
go your own way ~ fleetwood mac
Monday, January 21, 2008
you can go your own way
"if i could,