Stevie Nicks - Edge of Seventeen (Official Music Video)

There's no story behind why I chose this song from Stevie Nicks' first solo album in '81. I just love it, that's all. Waddy Wachtel (guitar) always seems REALLY psyched to be playing. That's the E Street Band's Roy Bittain on piano.

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