Stevie Nicks Didn’t Have to Kill Her Baby to “Save” Fleetwood Mac

Opera raised me. My grandfather, the man who gave me his name, lived inside those stories. He knew every line Verdi ever wrote, every tear Puccini pulled from the air, every twist Bizet threw at you. At night, he gathered us kids around the old record player and poured those tales of love and sacrifice straight into our hearts.Out of everything, Les Contes d’Hoffmann hit him hardest: one broken poet, three women who shattered him. He laughed when he said it, but his eyes stayed serious.He always