So it’s not folk but it’s so sublime it has to be shared. Stevie Nicks. Backstage rehearsing Wild Heart. Dressed in apricot, hair perfectly tousled, even in this briefly captured rehearsal moment every lyric is so felt it forces you to recall every time you ever broke a heart or had yours broken and recall it as though it were moments ago. Tell it like it is, Stevie.
Where is the reason/ Don’t blame it on me/ blame it on my wild heart