I can’t pinpoint exactly when my corner of the internet rediscovered the 1997 live performance of “Silver Springs,” but suddenly it was everywhere. I couldn’t go online without bumping into edits of Stevie Nicks aggressively staring down Lindsey Buckingham, wailing the lyrics like she was casting a spell as she advances towards him. I suppose she did. She certainly cast a spell on me. I was writing my first novel and the difficult character I’d struggled naming would come to share his name. A longtime Fleetwood Mac fan, I had a vague understanding of the contours of their dynamic, but once I properly watched “Silver Springs,” it was seared into my brain. I understood the emotional throughline running through so many of her songs, recognized it. I finished my novel. I wrote another one. “Silver Springs” is trending again, my feed now filled with girls lip-syncing the chorus, gesticulating for emphasis. Again and again, we are drawn to “Silver Springs,” to Stevie Nicks herself.