When I hear "Don't Stop," "You Can Go Your Own Way," "You Make Loving Fun," I feel trapped, hot, and impatient about turning the dial.

And even though I am not an obsessive Stevie Nicks fan, I have to say that I think much more highly of her compositions for Fleetwood Mac now than I did when the songs first came out. "Rhiannon" sounds pretty damn good today, as does "Sara." Something vaguely melancholy, urgent, new-agey and seventies retro about them seems very much about 1995. And even though I've never owned a Stevie Nicks album until very recently, that's a technicality. In 1981, when I was in high school, I took "Belladonna" out of the public library (yes, our town was spending tax dollars on Stevie Nicks albums).I hear "Edge of Seventeen" and instantly I'm transported back to my blue shag carpeted suburban bedroom,doing sit-ups to "Edge of Seventeen," my favorite sit-ups song.