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Bella Donna Stevie & Snoopy ♥
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Stevie Nicks backstage with Waddy Watchel, Benmont Tench, and the rest of her band during the first stop of the Bella Donna Tour in Houston, 1981
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Stevie on stage for her solo tour in 1981
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Stevie's essential demos and outtakes:
J-K - songs.
* indicates unreleased songs.
Joan Of Arc * - an unreleased song from the Tango in The Night sessions, better than some of her songs that ended up on the album....
Julia * - this song was tried for both Bella Donna and Wild Heart but remains unreleased so far.
Juliet - this is from the Tango In The Night recordings, it wasn't used instead an instrumental version ("Book Of Miracles") was used as a B-side for one of the singles. Stevie recorded her solo version for the Other Side Of The Mirror album.
Jimmy Come On Back * - a bit of RAL-madness, but such a fun song (and killer background vocals by Marilyn Martin, who still tours with Stevie)
Knocking On Doors/Lady - this is an early Buckingham Nicks demo from 1971, Stevie rerecorded it in 2014 for her 24 Karat Gold album. It's one of the rare cases where I actually prefer the newer version but the vocals on this early version are beautiful.
Kind Of Woman - One of Stevie's best songs imo. This haunting piano demo is from 1976 but instead of Rumours it ended up on Bella Donna. This is another awesome outtake from the BD recordings that I also had to share.
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Nobody's Girl - Chapter Six.
I am so thrilled at the response this little story of mine is getting :) Thank you all so much!
Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five
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Words - 4,138
Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!
God, it felt so different against her mouth. She wasn’t exactly sure how or why, but he did. Harder somehow, the dark pink flesh of his cock slick with her efforts, just as Maggie had drummed into her head. Running her tongue up the thick vein engorging the underside of his shaft, she popped the head back into her mouth, sucking softly, her hand grasping him, Luca looking at her with a blaze of green fire illuminating his eyes.
“Dannata donna diabolica,” he groaned, his voice all smoke and gravel, thumb skimming her cheek as she swallowed him back painfully slowly, his big hands moving in slow stroke to weave into her platinum tresses. “You look even sexier with my cock in your mouth, bella donna.”
Winking, her pretty, cloudy grey eyes shut with slow elegance, her hand stroking up and down his back, nails grazing his spine and setting his nerves to glimmer. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, grasping her head in his hands, his breath shuddered as if he was standing out in the snow. The reality was anything but as the heat slowly began to wind through him.
His mouth dropped open a little as he watched himself vanish between her lips, a rumbled groan echoing from his chest, Emily feeling her jaw muscles at full stretch as she took him back, slithering her tongue along the underside of his shaft before pulling back once more. The warm hug of her mouth had him feeling a coil tighten within, sparking softly, his eyes closing as he groaned, all rumbling baritone, making her cunt sting with desire.
“Fuck... fuck,” he croaked, fingers stroking swirls over her scalp as they tangled in her mass of blonde waves. “How the fuck have you never done this before?” His blood set to sizzle as she took him back deep, her nose tickled by his pubes, she throated him so keenly, dragging her lips back in slow, wet hug. “Don’t even answer that, baby. Just don’t fuckin’ stop.”
There he was, the king of the mafia, the most feared man in all of New York, and he was at her mercy completely, reduced to a trembling wreck. Her fingers toured those juddering muscles of his abs, reaching up to scrape her nails gently over his chest, flicking her tongue back and forth across the underside of his manhood, swallowing him deep once more.
His knees almost buckled.
That kind of response did wonders for her confidence, Emily looking up at him, releasing his cock with a little pop, licking the head with a softly indulgent flicker of her tongue. Her eyes found his, watching him intently as she took him back again, sucking with eager gentleness, one hand trailing her fingernails over his abs, the other moving to tickle his balls until he shivered violently. Maggie hadn’t mentioned anything about that, but she thought she’d try it out to gauge if he liked it.
Oh, he definitely did.
Feeling him becoming firmer within her mouth gave her the most delicious little shocks of excitement, becoming dewy at her apex, imagining how it would soon feel to have him inside her, her arousal glowing like moonbeams through the very depths of her.
That gathered excitement spurred her mouth quicker upon him, her tongue teases becoming more potent, Luca’s hands beginning to tug in her hair as his chest started to rise and fall quicker. His gravelly groans became more frequent, her lips tightening, oh, so tight around him, pleasure skittering up his spine.
The embers began to crackle, glowing, ever nearing bursting into flame, Emily sensing it, speeding her mouth up until she felt him pulsing between her lips, shooting his load onto her tongue with a guttural grunt as his hips swayed forward, swallowing back every last hot spurt, and looking very proud of herself as she licked her lip and grinned.
Reaching past him to the table, she picked up the bottle of vodka, taking a big glug before placing it back. “I take it you enjoyed that?”
His eyebrows raised, muttering a few cusses in Italian as he fixed her with a look of pure, predatory intent. “The fuckin’ broad ruins me, she knows she ruins me, and yet she still fuckin’ asks,” he began, shaking his head as she giggled softly, laying kisses against his hip. “How the fuck can someone be so fuckin’ good at somethin’ they ain’t ever done before?”
She shrugged softly, tongue running along the line of black hair leading from his crotch up to his navel. “Might’ve called in the big guns for advice.”
His eyebrow fluttered. “By big guns, you mean big cans, amirite? A certain redhead who works for me?”
“Correct,” she confirmed.
“Remind me to thank Maggie. And to answer your question, yeah, I did enjoy it. Lemme show you how much.” Moving to kneel before her, his eyes didn’t leave hers as he lifted each of her legs, draping them over his shoulders, placing a kiss against her knee.
His mouth slowly descended, tongue flicking between the press of each kiss, pushing her legs apart before he teased her soaking opening with his fingertips, slowly pushing forth, burying deep in the hot, wet clutch of her. Those long, talented digits began to stroke swirling circles, finding that spot that made her back arch for him like a bow, pressing, circling, her soft moan floating into the air.
He watched her losing herself to his ministrations keenly, kissing the inside of her thigh, elegant, his stare falling from her eyes to her glistening sex. Every so often, that green fire would catch her gaze again out from under the dark ink of his long eyelashes, his mouth slightly agape, all the while with his middle and fourth finger buried deep, the petals of her cunt played prettily around his fingers.
His other hand moved to occupy itself, thumb pressing to her clit, rubbing slick and tight. Emily gasped, her head falling back, her arousal blooming. The feeling of his hot breath against her swollen, pillowy sex was utterly sinful, Luca turning his head to grant her trembling inner thigh the press of his lips, delivering hot, open-mouthed kisses to her radiating skin.
She was slick and soft around the hard shunt of his clever fingers, malleable to him entirely as he continued to watch, eyes barely leaving hers, save for those languid blinks.
The aqueous current of her arousal quickly saturated his hand, fingers keen against every delicious spot that had her throbbing with glimmers, forcing her sharp breaths, his thumb making those tingles suffuse even more.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His bicep flexed with effort, hand plunging back and forth as he began to twist his fingers against the fluttering, slick grasp, her wails unashamed, his mouth once again pressing kisses to her thigh.
He had her trembling, keening to feel his lips where his thumb stroked those tight circles, taste her silken dew, suck upon her as if she were honey. A faster push had her slick clasping him greedily, Emily moaning without reserve, his hands coaxing it forth, drawing it from her like someone rubbing the lamp to reveal the genie within. His only wish was to watch her shatter for him, though.
“Fuck!” The sound of her sweet little voice hoarsely delivering the first time he’d ever heard her swear made his insides pinch, waves of arousal surging through him, her soft wails filling the room loudly. “I’m gonna come, fuck, don’t stop!”
“Yeah, you are. You’re gonna come so damned hard for me, darlin’.” He knew he had her on the home run, fire licking her spine, her walls throbbing as they clutched at each thrust of his fingers. He hooked them further, digging them against her, each of her cries louder than the last, his thumb rapidly stroking her bud, erect and twitching for him.
His eyes finally left hers, watching her puffy little cunt spasming for him, the sight evoking a grunt of arousal, feeling her becoming glossier as he dragged it from her, the undoing that had her clenching and shaking. Her waves crashed against his shore with force, his fingers suddenly abandoning their burrow, her ruined sex then covered by the heat of his mouth and licked further into divinity.
Her hips bucked, hands weaving tightly into his hair as his tongue rubbed at her with rapid finesse, not stopping, driving into her harder when she attempted to push him back, shaking at the oversensitivity. It didn’t last long, Luca having her ascending towards the heavens again rapidly, except when she came that time, it was around his cock... after he’d stood, picked her up and promptly dropped her down on it.
“Mmm, that’s what you wanted, ain’t it, my beautiful doll. All filled up by a big dick.” Her reply was but a breath sigh of contentment, his mouth raining kisses over her elegant neck, moving to flatten her against the nearest wall and fuck her until she squealed with bliss.
The following morning, he left her sleeping soundly, kissing her head before heading down to his waiting car, one last thing to cover prior to beginning his day.
Maggie was quietly polishing cocktail glasses when she suddenly saw her boss appear, Luca curling his finger. “C’mere,” he spoke, reaching into his pocket and taking out a roll of bills as she sauntered over, counting them out. “Here.”
He passed her the folded notes between his fingers, rolling his toothpick across his bottom lip with his tongue. “Thank you.” He winked, watching her notice exactly how much he’d just given her.
“Three hundred bucks?” she cried, her eyes rounding. “Are you serious, Luca?”
He nodded, smirk growing. “Sure am, darlin’. Like I said, thank you.”
Being friends with the boss’s girlfriend sure did come with perks. And to think, Maggie had only been joking about her pay bump comment the night before. Slotting the bills into her bra as he left, the redhead grinned, smacking her gum against her teeth as she chewed it through her wide, self-satisfied grin. “You’re very welcome, mister C.”
She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her normally very refined and stoic employer look that damned happy, and that was how it continued in the weeks that followed, Emily of course not moving onto pastures greener.
She was the girlfriend of the number one mafia boss of New York, a man who treated her like a queen, cared for her, respected her, and boy, the sex. A greener pasture didn’t exist in her mind. In fact, the further into December they headed, the whiter the surrounding became, New York buried under mounds of snow.
It was just about passable, though, Luca taking her into Manhattan regularly, spoiling her with shopping trips, dining out at the most exclusive restaurants, visits to the theatre and sharing with her his most enjoyed passion. Well, aside from when they were naked together.
“Look at it,” he spoke, both staring up at the iconic Renaissance sculpture of Michaelangel’s David, on loan to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. “How the hell he managed to accomplish that with a chisel is beyond me.” He then couldn’t help but lean in and whisper to her. “Feel sorry for the fella, though. Guy had a tiny little pecker.”
Immediately, Emily snorted, clasping her hand over her mouth, her man making those giggles worse as he continued. “Michaelangelo wouldn’t have had the marble to carve out my braciole, that’s for damned sure.”
She thumped his chest softly in scold. “Stop it!” Oh, no. Even his appreciation of the arts couldn’t extend to him not lowering the tone when given the opportunity, Luca chuckling deeply as his beauty attempted to compose herself. “It isn’t strictly true, though. Did you know that Renaissance artists carved and painted the penis sizes of their subjects to be deliberately small? Back then, apparently the bigger the appendage, the more lacking in intelligence they were seen to be.”
His eyebrows rose. “I did not know that.”
She looked him up and down approvingly, a smile tugging the corner of her mouth. “All evidence to the contrary.” He took her hand in his, kissing it, continuing over the black and white marble floor to the next exhibit. Once their gallery tour was complete, they visited a nearby coffee shop, Luca keeping his eye on the weather as the snow began to flutter down again.
“Can I ask you something?”
He couldn’t help himself. “Ya just did,” he winked, rumbling a chuckle as she rolled her eyes. “’Course you can, honey.”
“Who would you be, if you hadn’t gone on the path you did? What would you do if you weren’t all you are now?”
He liked that about her, the sudden randomness of her inquisitive questions. Scratching his chin, he thought on it for a moment, sipping his espresso before replying. “I think I’d design cars. Automotive technology fascinates me, so yeah, I’d do that. How about you?”
Immediately she snorted. “I barely have this life together, let alone having a dream of what I’d do should I not be where I am right now, lacking any purpose at all.” He sensed a slither of lament there in her words, Emily continuing. “I’m not really anything other than your girlfriend, and I am grateful for how wonderfully you treat me, don’t get me wrong. I have no job, though. No purpose to speak of.”
Thinking on it, he couldn’t even correct her there. She was right. It hit him then, that his sweet, lovely little creature was lacking in anything she could feel useful for. Hell, even when all she’d been used for was a card counter, he’d seen the pride she held at being good at her task. Luca rarely felt anything resembling guilt in his life, if ever at all, but it jabbed at him a little then.
He’d been under the illusion she’d happily fall into the role of gangster's moll, being that by his side, in his bed and weighted upon by the gravity of his affections was such a coveted role. His girl, it seemed, wished to be more than just finely dressed arm candy. A woman without a purpose, who was good with numbers. Hmm.
“A career gal, huh?” he drawled, pulling the toothpick from his mouth and pointing it at her. “I don’t meet many broads with such ambitions.” For that, she was elevated even higher in his esteem, another reason why she wasn’t a carbon copy of every other female he’d ever met. The only thing his ex-wife had desired was to be knocked up as rapidly as possible, so she could fulfil her dream of being a spoiled Italian housewife. “Tell you what, I might have a job for you.”
Her face lit up, making his heart miss a beat. “Really? What, like a real job?”
He nodded, placing the toothpick back in his mouth. “Yeah. Right now, my cousin does the books for my legitimate enterprises, but Angelo has always been better with a gun than he has a pen and an abacus. How’d ya like to take his place? I’d pay you, too.”
God, he paid for everything already, not that she had an income away from what he so generously heaped upon her. Whatever she wanted, she got. Mostly, she didn’t ask, though. “Are you sure? You give me so much anyway.” She spoke shyly, Luca enamoured by her words even further as he reached to give her chin a little pinch.
“I got too much money as it is, sweetheart. Besides, I like spending it on you. Now, you get to earn some for yourself on top of that.”
On top of that?!
Her face had him chuckling, reaching back beneath her chin to shut her mouth. “Ya look like a goldfish over here, cara mia,” he rumbled, waving his hand dismissively. “Ain’t no mind. I’ll pay you what I pay him, and trust me, he’ll be happy to hand it over.”
She began the following morning, seating herself in a booth at the speakeasy across from a very chipper Angelo, who explained how everything ran. Of course, it went way beyond tallying receipts and invoices. There were certain sums of money that had to be hidden within the legal enterprises her boyfriend owned, which included an Italian deli, the speakeasy (technically a late-night coffee-shop-come-jazz-club, as so many former bars now operated under the guise of) a junk yard, two automotive repair shops and a burlesque club.
“See whatcha gotta do, toots, is mark it off as somethin’ that ain’t gonna look fishy if the feds ever get their grubby lil’ paws on the books,” Angelo began, making a mess of the pages before her by eating a huge bombolone right over them, Emily quick to grab a handful of napkins, preventing a dollop of custard dripping out from the bottom. “Ah, I’m a fricken mess! Thanks, hon.” he laughed, taking them from her with a wink.
“Okay, so what am I marking the injections of five hundred into each business a week as?” she asked, twiddling the pen between her fingers. “Sundry expenses?”
“Gotta be more specific,” he replied, sucking sugar from his fingers. “Make the entries slightly different to what you record from the legitimate invoices. Take the deli, for example. Imported goods there’ll suffice. For the burly-q, electrician fees, the repair shops can just be entered as parts, etcetera. Just look back at what I’ve put in the ledgers, and you’ll soon get the gist, Em.”
Em. Nobody had ever shortened her name before. Well, except for Luca, who occasionally referred to her as EJ. She liked it, it felt familiar, finally laying roots somewhere, with people who liked having her around. He left her to it, heading out while she sat comfortably, softly singing along to the Bessie Smith record playing on the gramophone over in the corner.
“I didn't have a friend and no place to go, so if I ever get my hand on a dollar again, I'm gonna hold on to it 'til them eagles grin!” She jumped at the sudden boom, looking up to see her friend walk in, singing along to the track. “Mornin’ sugar! Well lookie here at you, being all professional over there and slummin’ it with us workin’ Joes!” Maggie joked, bending to kiss her cheek.
“I have to earn a living somehow,” she smiled, picking up her slightly cold coffee and taking a big gulp.
“And here was me thinking you earned a crust from your blowjob skills. Oh no! That’s me who earns off of you doin’ that!” she yelled, throwing her head back as she smacked her gum between her teeth, Emily shaking softly with laughter. Maggie was still on cloud nine from her pay bump, even weeks on from the event. Her rent had been paid beyond the New Year, she’d purchased her Christmas gifts in full, and paid back her father for the loan he’d kindly given her a few months prior.
“You are such a riot,” she giggled, shaking her head. “Please never change.”
“Nah, darl. You’re stuck with me like this!” she beamed, heading off to put her coat and purse away before striding back out, singing away happily. “Oh, god. Bessie! She’s the cat’s pyjamas. What a voice!”
“She’s sure got some pipes,” Emily confirmed, stabbing the next invoice through the large spike she was keeping them all counted on before entering the next. “So, what’s the news on Donny? Did he show up last night?”
“Nah, but Enzo told me apparently, he got completely blotto and pissed on a cop car, so he’s in the caboose,” she revealed, Emily’s eyes widening. It must have happened outside of the borough, since every cop in Brooklyn was on her boyfriend’s payroll. All one had to explain was that they were a friend of Mr. Changretta, and they get off with a warning. Just then, the women’s idle chit chat was disturbed by the door opening, one of the ever-present security guys letting in a delivery man.
“Hey pal, cases go out back if you don’t mind,” Maggie called to him, making a gesture with her finger that he should go around.
“Can’t get there, sweets. You’ve a pile a’ snow against the doors bigger than a fuckin’ truck! Sorry an’ all that.” He handed over his docket for her to sign, turning and casting a very inquisitive eye over Emily. “Woah, ain’t you a dish, doll face. How you doin’, huh?”
“Fine, thank you.” Her polite reply was taken as an invite for the man to cruise on over, eyes roaming her with appreciation as she continued scribbling in the ledger.
“Yeah, you’re definitely fine,” he told her, licking his lips. “Gonna let me take you out some time?”
Looking up again, she shook her head. “No, thanks.”
Immediately, his nose was put out of joint, the man clearly not used to taking rejection. “Why the fuck not, eh?”
“Hey!” Maggie called, resting her hands on hr hips. “Watch your damned mouth, buster. She ain’t interested!”
“Yeah? And who the fuck are you, huh?”
“The person who is gonna call the boss down here if you don’t button your yap.” As it turned out, she didn’t need to, Emily noticing the man himself walk through the door a fraction of a second later, winking at her before he folded his arms, watching it play out.
“You do know who owns this joint, don’t you?” Emily then asked, her smile beginning to grow. “I mean, either you do, and you have balls the size of a Buick, or you don’t and you’re just plain ignorant.”
“Ain’t no matter to me who owns it, all I wanna know is why the fuck a low rent dame like you ain’t interested in a catch like me.”
Maggie winced. Emily winced. Luca moved rapidly.
“The answer to both questions is the same,” he spoke, the delivery guy turning around.
“Yeah? And who the fuck are you?” Oh dear. Ohhh dear.
Offering his hand, Emily watched as her man smiled the kind of grin that always reminded her of a lion about to pounce. “I’m her guy. Luca Changretta.” The man’s face went white as a sheet before he was yanked near enough for Luca to throw his forehead straight against his nose, the bone cracking with a sickening crunch.
“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry man! I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Mr. Changretta, sir. Please, please, don’t clip me! Don’t clip me!”
Grasping the back of his neck, Luca kicked his legs out from under him, the man falling to his knees as his head was sharply turned in Emily’s direction. “Apologise to my lady. Now.”
“I’m sorry, miss. I’m really, really sorry.”
Luca looked to her. “Sufficient?” She nodded, watching him lean in close to the bloodied face of the man he held, taking his toothpick out and jabbing him in the cheek with it. “If I ever see your face in here again, I will take this toothpick and ram it into your piss hole. I’ll then follow it with another twenty. Am I makin’ myself clear, pal?”
“Y-yes, M-Mr. Changretta.”
Finally, he let him go. “Good.” The man unloaded his trolley at speed, hightailing it out the doors, Luca sniffing while pulling a fresh toothpick from his jacket pocket.
“Boss,” Maggie called, clean rag in hand. “You gotta lil’ bloody schmutz. Catch.” Throwing it, he caught it neatly, giving his face a wipe down before turning to Emily.
“Am I good, darlin’?”
Oh, she was swooning so hard at having her honour defended like that, she almost couldn’t form speech. “You are, honey.”
“Good.” Tossing the rag back to Maggie, he then leaned in close, lifting Emily’s chin with his fingers. “I gotta head out for a couple hours. Love you.” Placing a kiss to the tip of his nose, he winked, turning to leave.
“Alright,” she called dreamily, “love you, too.”
She had wondered, when he’d say it in as many words. Now that he had, the declaration delivered so simply and without grand fanfare, just as she expected he probably would, he left her sitting there all of a flutter, with a nearby cooing becoming audible.
“Stop it,” she warned Maggie, casting her eyes to the side to see her friend making a smoochy face at her.
“Stop what? I’m just happy for ya, is all. Heck, darl. I never heard him tell his ex-wife he loved her when there were people around, not even once.”
At hearing that, there certainly wasn’t anybody in the whole of New York happier than Emily right at that moment.
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Bella Donna tour, 1981.
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Congratulations to @ownheartbeating @prima-bella-donna and @readysetjo who all guessed 9 of the 15 categories correct on my Eras Tour (Speak Now Version) guessing game!
Thanks to everyone who participated
And to me, who somehow literally got last place with 2 points.
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POVERE CREATURE!
In una Londra da "futuro anteriore" (probabilmente vittoriana), il dottor Godwin Baxter (Willem Dafoe), un Frankestein con ambizioni fantascientifiche restituisce la vita all'aspirante suicida Bella (una credibilissima Emma Stone) che da aspirante diventa poi effettivamente suicida nelle torbide acque del Tamigi; in realtà il suicidio riesce a metà, poiché questo Dottor Calligari alla rovescia, invece di farsi i fatti suoi, raccoglie il cadavere della sventurata che è pure incinta e la porta nel suo laboratorio dove, con una operazione in day-hospital, preleva il cervello del nascituro e lo inseirsce nella scatola cranica della giovane donna. Il risultato finale è un corpo di donna con il cervello di un neonato. Del resto anche Goldwin Baxter non dovrebbe aver avuto un'infanzia tranquilla, in considerazione del suo aspetto a dir poco inquietante. A sorvegliare i progressi della donna-bambina vien chiamato Max McCandles, giovane studente di medicina che la aiuterà a districarsi nel mondo, compreso quello dell'eros, tanto che il dottor Baxter decide di darla in moglie al giovane studente. "Bella" però si invaghisce di Duncan Wedderburn (Mark Ruffalo), un avvocato capitato per combinazione in casa Baxter. Con Wedderburn, Bella intraprende una sorta di "Grand Tour" del piacere e dei piaceri tra Lisbona, Alessandria d'Egitto e Parigi. Ma il viaggio insegna anche alla giovane cos'è la povertà e il bisogno, tanto che, quando a causa di una perdita al gioco Wedderburn finisce sul lastrico, Bella decide di prostituirsi in un bordello parigino, facendo così conoscenza con il cinismo degli uomini, ma anche con le necessità materiali. Tornata a casa Bella decide di sposare Max, ma al matrimonio si oppone Alfie Blessington, militare e militarista che fu il marito di Bella, prima del tragico quasi-suicidio. Sempre desiderosa di nuove esperienze Bella acconsente di vivere con l'uomo che presto si rivelerà un tirannico maschilista. Liberatasi di lui con una salutare pistolettata in un piede, Bella torna da Baxter, che nel frattempo è sul letto di morte, ma ancora abbastanza desideroso di sperimentazione, tanto da inserire il cervello di Blessington nella testolina di una deliziosa capretta. Raccontato così il film di Yorgos Lanthimos potrebbe sembrare una abominevole boiata, ma niente di più sbagliato poiché si tratta di un film visionario e neo-barocco di grandissima poesia, aggiungerei “sorprendentemente”, poiché bisogna ammettere che il plot narrativo, letto a tavolino, qualche ragionevolissimo dubbio lo può sollevare. “Poor Things!” si muove infatti in quell’ambito del cinema “fantasy” che è spesso un genere che, con una certa facilità, può scadere nella banalità. Lanthimos riesce nell’impresa di costruire una storia raccontata anche attraverso una ambientazione oltremodo affascinante e giocata tutta in una dialettica serrata tra scenografia (Zsuzsa Mihalek) e tecniche di ripresa inconsuete (come le lenti grandangolari della macchina da presa). Oltre a qualche irrinunciabile effetto speciale, ma usato con molta misura, sono assolutamente pregevoli le ricostruzioni delle città (Londra, Lisbona, Alessandria e Parigi), piranesiane ed eccessive, disneyane e langhiane. Non c’è infatti nel film solo la lezione di Robert Wiene, ma anche quella di Fritz Lang con qualche strizzata d’occhio allo Scorsese di “Hugo Cabret”. Il film veicola, con una stravagante originalità, anche un forte messaggio anti-patriarcale. Non nuovissima l’idea della sfasatura temporale dello sviluppo corpo-mente che ebbe già la sua apoteosi cinematografica nell’indimenticabile “L’Enfant sauvage” di Francois Truffaut. Sconsigliato ai deboli di stomaco, ma consigliatissimo alle menti immaginifiche.
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Dollar Bin #29:
Stevie Nick's Bella Donna
Stevie Nicks got zero favors from the patriarchal press or culture in the late 80's and early 90's. Much like Yoko Ono, she was the butt of sexist jokes and unfair critique that their male peers were never subjected to.
Let's compare Nicks and Stephen Tyler: both came of age in the mid-seventies; both fronted huge rock bands and both almost always appeared on stage without an instrument (even though they were hugely successful songwriters); both had major drug problems and overcame them; both were good looking young people who, unlike me, aged (seriously, people speak of me, always in hushed tones: how does he stay so young, they ask. Who else carries their paunch and bald spot with such panache?). Both had a thing for waiving silks around on stage. We could go on all day...
But did they get equal treatment? Hell no. Tyler was a hero for surviving drugs; I grew up cackling about the legendary destruction of Nick's nose from coke. Tyler became even more of a sex symbol as he aged and he dominated MTV in the late 80s and early 90s; Nicks, like Linda Ronstadt, was judged by one and all the moment she no longer looked 22, and Nicks couldn't get on MTV after 86 until Beyonce borrowed her iconic riff from Edge of Seventeen and insisted she show up to take credit:
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(That's Nicks with the guitar in the opening moments of this ridiculous and joyful video, showing us that, of course, she can play instruments: how else could she have written a few of the most popular songs of all time?)
But let's stop comparing Nicks and Tyler and never bring up Aerosmith in this blog again: after all, Nicks is a transcendent song writer and singer while Stephen Tyler occupies the rarrified air of pure suckiness inhabited by all famous rock stars named Stephen.
And that brings us to Nicks's debut solo album, Bella Donna. First off, good luck finding this record in a dollar bin: much like her friend Tom Petty, Nicks is rightfully revered by her fans, many of whom were not around to buy her first records when they came out. Plus, my almost famous niece tells me that some dude drank some juice while on a skateboard a few years back with Nicks's Dreams as the soundtrack and, in doing so, destroyed the internet. That previous sentence tells me the internet and people are dumb. Don't go and google the guy on the skateboard; rather check out my niece!
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Sweet song huh? Why isn't it destroying the internet instead?
Anyway, apparently the guy on the skateboard, and junk like that, are why busted up copies of Rumors went from dollar bin cloggers to $25 a pop in the last few years. I hope Stevie enjoyed and benefited from the slight renaissance of interest in her work; and, if you don't already own a copy of Bella Donna, know that some teenager without a working record player probably beat you to it.
Which is all a bummer, because Bella Donna deserves your full respect and attention. It's a great, and I think still largely overlooked, testament to her singing, songwriting and entire vibe.
The record opens with the title track, a complex and extended slow piece of soulful searching which summons up the opening gesture pioneered by The Band a decade earlier with Tears of Rage. Nicks is famous for her pop singles, but that genre is really the business of her bandmate Christie McVie; Nicks is a composer of songs, not hits.
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You can also hear right off the bat in Bella Donna that Nicks has assembled the right band. Imagine being in position to borrow Benmont Tench from the Heartbreakers, Roy Bittan from Bruuuuce and Waddy Watchel from Linda Ronstadt and Warren Zevon. Tench had no real business joining in - TP and the Heartbreakers were at the height of their fame and were touring nonstop - but he somehow found the time to step right in and lead the whole band. The other two dudes were conveniently available, at least for the moment. Bruuuuuuce was forever firing the E Street Band and was gearing up to make Nebraska on his own, and Linda was starting to move away from pop music for the first of many times; soon she'd be singing light opera with a young Kevin Kline.
Bella Donna is held together, however, not by the men but by the women. Nicks created the whole record through 2+ years of work with Sharon Celani and her soon-to-be sister-in-law Lori Perry. Every song features all three of them shimmering and gliding about one another and Nicks has been singing with the two women - and putting their photos alongside her on her records - ever since. Here's the way Nicks described their work and relationship to "The Last DJ" himself, Jim Ladd, a guy I listened to a lot as a kid:
Sharon [Celani] and Lori [Perry-Nicks] and I have a special thing that we have ~ that we have perfected ~- and we have perfected it by sitting around the piano... I'm not going to go sing on-stage alone. I don't want to. I want to be able to walk away and let them take it. Because I ~ there is nothing in the world that I would rather hear than beautiful singing. And so I have worked to get a sound that is not like anybody else. That is really beautiful, that is strong and that is like dedicated and devoted.
Jim Ladd just passed away; I hope he had Petty's mediocre album about him playing at full blast as he faded. As an LA kid I tuned into Ladd every night in late middle school and early high school, beginning to give up on him only when I decided that Roger Waters, Jim's favorite artist by far, was the problem with all things Pink Floyd from Animals onward. I had a few pretty sharp ideas as a kid!
I remember vividly the very last time I listened to Ladd: I was at the mall for some reason, in the parking lot, and Ladd had his hands on an advanced copy of U2's Zooropa. Ladd played us all Daddy's Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car, a song which he'd chosen by himself at random - the album was so new he hadn't had time to listen to it yet. Ladd thought the dull and overblown track was a triumph; he'd lose his head on occasion. I disagreed. And so we parted ways. Rest in peace Jim. But I digress!
Every song on Bella Donna shows careful polish and intention. A few tracks, like the instantly hummable, McVie inspired Think About It and the Waylon Jennings inspired Leather and Lace, are tracks Nicks had held onto all through Fleetwood's golden era; this was a record she'd built up to over years.
Indeed, Nicks could have easily turned Bella Donna into a defiant double album, an All-Things-Must-Pass-level declaration that the Mac held her back. Bella Donna contains zero filler and several of the songs left off the record are a big deal. Just take a listen to Gold and Braid, an outtake that other artists would have released as the first single; there's a studio take but it's a bit rough. Listen instead to the pulsating, hip swinging live greatness from the brief tour that followed the record:
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Jimmie Iovine, Nicks' producer and partner at the time, made a few key contributions to the record. And he seems to have gotten in the way a bit.
Yes, he connected Nicks to Tom Petty and hand delivered the album's substitute single in place of Gold and Braid, Petty's Stop Dragging My Heart Around. The song is great, sure, but it's the only song Nicks didn't write on the record and it stands apart sonically from everything else, all of which led to the troubling myth about Nicks from her Fleetwood work - that she was best as a karaoke/girl singer, good at showing up for nothing but the vocal polish long after the male musicians had done writing, playing and heavy lifting - following her into the birth of her solo career. The truth is far different: Nicks conceived all of Bella Donna on her own. Everything, that is, except the Petty track.
Iovine pushed Stop Dragging My Heart Around on Nicks specifically because he felt the album lacked a single. But take a fresh listen to the track alongside Gold and Braid, and consider my argument that the record would have been even bolder and better with Nick's track remaining in place instead of Petty's inclusion.
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Don't get me wrong, Iovine was right to bring Nicks into Stop Dragging My Heart Around. Stevie sings with TP better than any other human on the planet could have. But Dragging belongs, alongside Petty and Nick's incomparable Insider, on Hard Promises.
The craziest thing of all is that Iovine thought Bella Donna lacked a single to begin with. After all, Edge of Seventeen is on this record. The song is pretty ubiquitous: I feel like I've heard its riff and chorus at every sporting event I've ever been to. Obviously, I haven't, but it's one of those songs that its hard to imagine the world without.
And let's close this out with her live performance of that song from her far too brief tour in 82. Find me a more powerful and soulful performance by any white person. All of Nick's male peers, from Lindsey Buckingham to Van Morrison to Neil Young to Petty himself - would have fallen flat on their face had they tried to do anything this complicated, athletic and surging on stage at that point (make that ever). Stephen Stills would have somehow managed to fall on his face and ass simultaneously.
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OOO Baby. Oooo Baby. OOOOO.
And so, as this first partial year in the Dollar Bin rolls towards closure, may all praise raineth down upon Stevie.
My record melting/Neil Young questioning, big deal friend Greg points out that Nicks, Stephen Tyler and Stephen Stills have yet another thing in common: they all practically have the same first name!
And so let me amend my earlier, definitive statement regarding the suckiness of musicians with that moniker (and redeem the unintentionally slighted Stevie Wonder and Cat Stevens in the process) with a bumper sticker ready (so long as your car is WIDE LOAD width) pronouncement: The Dollar Bin hereby proclaims that all WHITE MALE musicians with FIRST names derived from Steve/Stephen, (except, most of the time time, Steve Earle..) suck.
Here's looking at you Steve Miller! My curses upon thee Steve Vai!
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YOU WENT TO STEVIE NICKS DID YOU HAVE FUN HOW WAS IT
YES I HAD FUN!!! I went with my mom and we cried a lot bc she was raised on Stevie Nicks and so was I partially, and my grandma (who passed away in 2015 but was always like my actual second parent with my mom and basically the strongest most capable woman I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing) was a HUUUUUUGE hippie and free spirit type—like literally never cut or dyed her hair, had jingly clothes, vegan since the 70s, all of my history-related school projects she helped me with were basically anti-war presentations, one time she was on heavy morphine in the hospital and sent flowers to my cousin who just graduated with a note wherein she wrote “fly on, freebird” instinctively while high af—so. It was bittersweet because we felt like she should have been there but we both wore some of her clothes and stuff so idk. It was just incredible overall. Did have one out of body experience/possible anxiety attack because my grandma loved 3 things more than anything in the world: horses, gardening (but like. Abundant and colorful gardening with a bunch of different flowers), and the beach. And during “Rhiannon”, the graphics playing on the bug screen on stage were wildflowers with horses running on shallow beach shores at sunset and afterward mom and I both agreed we felt insane. But I’m a big fan of crying so it was cool.
ANYWAY!! It was OF COURSE an awesome show like wtf I still can’t believe my stupid ass was there. That woman’s voice is just like. Like idk how she sounds the same as she always has, shit’s fuckin nuts. She introduced every song with a little story that was like obviously she knew what story she was going to tell each time but she told them all like off the cuff? It felt very unique, like nowhere on the tour probably had these stories told the same way. Also after “I Sing For The Things” she was about to walk away from mic but then came back and said something along the lines of “Y’know what I actually never thought about it before the past few night we’ve been doing that song, but in it I say I’m ‘living on dreams and chains’ but I just realized…I’m literally living on ‘Dreams’ and ‘Chains’, yeah? 👀 Think about it 👀”
During “Bella Donna”, she wore the ORIGINAL PERFECT CONDITION BLUE SCARF/SHAWL which made me freak out that was awesome. OH!!! And during “Gold Dust Woman” like at the very end they just played the instrumental extra long and she repeated the chorus and outro several more times and just like fully danced and the guitar fuckin shredded for several more minutes but like. Dude I can’t even explain what happened during that song, it was witchcraft-levels of intense there at the end and I think everyone agreed because it got a standing ovation. Maybe we were all raptured? I dunno, felt like a dream sequence but not a slow trippy one, like the one the character has where their eyes shoot open suddenly and they’re furiously driving a car at night all wild-eyed and hunched over and the pov keeps switching from dashboard to first person with white flashes every cut. That kind.
Anyway I will post videos as soon as I can! :)
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Bella Donna Tour, 1981.
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more questions abt hells bells … what was the first album each member bought? wht kind of shoes do they wear? r any of thm “spiritual”? who leaves smelly socks in the van? worst tour memento purchase? roadtrip snack liz cant live without? any bands they hated (parasocially)? wht were their favorite bands?
What was the first album each member bought?
Liz: Visual Lies by Lizzy Borden (that's also where she took her stage name from)
Jack: Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks (he grew up on Fleetwood Mac and she was one of his first childhood crushes when he was 8)
Phil: 1984 by Van Halen (Hot for Teacher made him pick up the drums)
Antonio: Blood on Ice by Bathory (he had a Norse mythology phase back then and loved the vibes of this concept album)
What kind of shoes do they wear?
Mostly boots for every day wear. Phil wears sneakers because they're more comfortable when drumming. Antonio wears Doc Martens. Liz likes to wear block heel shoes for concerts but finds them too annoying to walk around in all day when they're exploring the places they visit so she goes for boots or sneakers then. Jack loves his pair of ratty cowboy boots with spurs (which he likes to use for kinky purposes as well)
Are any of them “spiritual”?
None of them really, but Liz regularly reads all their horoscopes out loud and the guys don't believe in it at all, but when something happens that fits the weekly horoscope, she insists that she told them so
Who leaves smelly socks in the van?
Jack because he deems them "fresh enough to wear again" which is totally not the case. Antonio has seen worse with former roommates and Phil is too phlegmatic or drunk to care, so Liz is the only one who's bothered by it because it's her van and she hates playing mom and washing the socks for him
Worst tour memento purchase?
At some shady thrift shop in Hungary, they bought a Russian doll and only later discovered that instead of multiple smaller dolls there was just a dildo inside. Still a good buy even if it's not in use and just decoration
Roadtrip snack Liz can't live without?
Nic nacs, those peanuts in pastry crust! Are they a thing outside of Germany/Austria/Italy? Liz is German so whatever lol
Any bands they hated (parasocially)?
Liz hates Slipknot. She doesn't like nu metal in general because of the hip hop elements and samples plus she hates Corey Taylor's guts and the band's appearance
Jack hates Queen simply because in England everyone was all over them and some of their songs were constantly playing on the radio or they were on TV and it annoyed the shit out of him. He jokingly says that's one of the reasons he ran away to avoid giving people the actual reason
Phil is really not into KISS. He does like I Was Made For Lovin' You and Rock And Roll All Nite (albeit the Poison cover more), but other than that they're just image and drama with an overall disappointing discography for a band with that name and makeup
Antonio hates AC/DC because he thinks all their songs sound the same and are kinda boring and they're not as good in his opinion as everyone says. The only one he likes is Whole Lotta Rosie
What were their favorite bands?
They all have so many favourite bands that there isn't "the one" but
Liz: Vain
Jack: Iron Maiden
Phil: Guns N' Roses
Antonio: Arch Enemy (he's the one who listens to the heaviest music out of them all which is why the guitar parts have a more death influence but still subtle enough to blend in with the style of music they play)
#thank youuuuu pls keep asking more when you come up with something#ask#zigmentality#barbi#devil's bells
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Stevie's essential demos and outtakes:
S - songs, Part 2.
* indicates unreleased songs.
Sorcerer - this is a Buckingham Nicks demo from 1971. Stevie demoed it for her Wild Heart album but decided to give it to her back-up singer Marilyn Martin so that she could sing her version for the soundtrack of "Streets of Fire" in 1984 (Stevie provides background vocals). In 2001 Stevie would finally record her own verson.
Storms - this beautiful demo comes from the Tusk Expanded Edition, I love Lindsey's guitar work here, here's another, slightly older demo.
Starshine - fun demo from the Bella Donna recordings that was shelved untill Stevie recorded it in 2014 for her 24K album.
Space Needle * - unreleased early demo from the TISL era.
Straight Back - very underrated Mirage song, imo. It was rehearsed for the Mirage tour but ultimately not included on the setlist.
Something Exquisite * - undated demo, possibly intended for TITN or early OSOTM, could've been a great song.
Sleeping Angel - leftover song from the Rumours sessions, Stevie demoed it again for Bella Donna, it was included on the soundtrack of the 1982 movie "Fast Times at Ridgemont High".
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can you please post the photo from the cover of the vhs of stevie nicks in concert 1981 bella donna tour in black and white a big one with a perfect image hd hq thank you anonymous
Sure, I'll post it in color and black & white for you...
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Chapter 9 Summary
READ THE CHAPTER HERE OR READ THE SUMMARY BELOW.
In Chapter 9, we follow the stories of three main characters - Grand Duchess Bria, Former King Spencer, Queen Diana, and Bria’s son, Gianni. Plus, we’ll see Spencer’s story, as well.
Bria - While filming the Style Report, Bria gets a call about an upcoming seemingly urgent meeting. Turns out she is meeting the Eye of Jacob at the Winston Royal Jacoban Church to learn more about the religion. The priest tells Bria to come to a sermon. Bria decides to learn more about Jacobanism and discusses it with Emmitt.
At Winterfest, the boys come home and the whole fam surprises Bria with a trip to her hometown. Rose ages up from a toddler to a child.
Bria and her fam attend a sermon all about connecting to your roots. Bria’s fam heads to San Myshuno. They visit Bria’s old home, her parent’s grave, and we see her parents in heaven so proud. Bria’s cousin, Maia, throws a family gathering at her home. Bria takes many trips down memory lane. When they return home, Bria decides to officially convert to Jacobanism.
Gianni - Gianni is somewhat enjoying working at his days record label - Ravi Records. He goes out a lot with his cousins/roommates. He hooks up with a lot of women. His cousins and coworkers (one he even slept with) think he’s reckless. His boss, Fiona Castellonas, finally gives him a good project with an attractive singer. While working with her, Gianni ends up hooking up with her and doesn’t know his boss saw everything.
Spencer - Elizabeth is seeing a therapist about her struggles with losing a child. Spencer and Elizabeth tour their new home which is much different than the palace. While moving, Spencer tries to give Diana advice which she declines. Spencer gets his new title and officially departs from Willington Palace. In their new palace, Elizabeth sees their child as if she’s blessing their new home.
Bria - Bria’s niece is getting married and she agrees to help with planning. The family attends a Royal wedding and Emmitt is approached by an ex but initially lies to Bria about her which upsets Bria. Bria goes on to ignore Emmitt. At the Margaret Royal History Museum of SimDonia “Diana” Exhibit opening, Bria and Emmitt seek advice from Gerhard and Diana. Rose is asking questions about bad gossip relating to Emmitt’s ex which Bria shuts down. They have a heart to heart and make up. While traveling to help with her niece with her wedding, Emmitt redirects the flight and instead sends her to Sulani where he renews their vows in a beautiful private ceremony.
Gianni - Things will Bella Donna, Gianni’s new artist are heating up. His boss is furious with him since she’s not performing well and orders him to stop sleeping with her. He blows Bella off and regrets it while at his cousin’s wedding. Bria gives him some advice. Bella is furious at Gianni as she prepare for her concert. He tries to explain but instead his boss, Fiona, sees him hugging her. He tries to then make things right with Fiona. He finds her crying and upset about losing her job. She kisses him and leaves. Gianni is shocked but also intrigued. He plans to talk to her at work but her husband interrupts. He later gets a text from him that says it never happened.
Diana - Construction is happening on the Palace and things seems good in SimDonia. Lillian and Alvin announce their engagement at dinner with Diana and Gerhard. Gerhard is leaving to Simovia to acquire a house for them there and Diana has to stay behind for an engagement.
Outside, construction workers are finishing their shift with a drink and leave a patch in the gate. A mysterious person enters the Palace.
After putting Parker to bed, the alarm sounds, and Diana finds out Alex Jr has escaped from prison. Connor is trying to reach Diana but Alex Jr has taken out her security and entered her room. He threatens Diana and Parker and is upset that he’s in jail and her family is in control when he thinks it should’ve been his family. He is about to attack her when Connor opens fire and kills him. Next we see Diana and Gerhard at Parker’s birthday party. Things seem to be okay finally.
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