The cover of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours was the most romantic picture my fourteen year-old eyes had witnessed. I wanted to sketch it in art class. By drawing Stevie, I could become her with that flowing black dress and ballet flats! The evening before I placed the album on the kitchen table ready to be taken to school. But my plans were thwarted overnight. I was prepared to face the derision of my Led Zeppelin-loving friends for the sake of art. But now that Dad wrote “Dangling Testicles” next to Mick’s pom-poms I had to content myself with the Pre Raphaelites.
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