One of my humble missions on this big blue marble is to expand the notion of what a gay icon is. And people, you won’t find a bigger gay magnet than the white winged dove, the leather and lace-clad gypsy, the Welsh witch herself – Stevie Nicks. She performs tomorrow night (Aug 12) at Verizon Theatre in Grand Prairie in support of her latest album In Your Dreams.
Nicks was an obsession of mine during the first half of high school. My parents thought I had a crush on her. (Poor deluded souls — they also thought the poster of Marilyn Monroe on my bedroom wall was a sign of heterosexuality). But I didn’t lust after Nicks, I admired her — there was something about her velvety nasal voice purring testimonials about enchanted worlds full of fickle lovers that really hooked me.
As I got older, I came to realize that A) Nicks has recorded her share of mediocre tuneage but B) she is a very underrated songwriter. But back to the gay part: In 2006, Rufus Wainwright famously picked her as one of his unsung gay icons, declaring: “She separates interesting homosexuals from uninteresting ones.” (I’ll take that compliment). Just last May, the annual New York City fanfest Night of a Thousand Stevies celebrated its 21st year with a video message from Nicks herself.
Stevie may be arriving late to her gay fan base, but the woman isn’t stupid – rock goddesses of a certain age can rely on their queer stalwarts long after all the fickle straight dudes have gone away.