Showing posts with label 4-09-13: Fleetwood Mac - Washington. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 11, 2013

REVIEW: "Fleetwood Mac can still hold audiences rapt with their emotional baggage" - Washington 4/9/13

Photo by: Buster Harvey
Return of the Mac
Review: Fleetwood Mac debuts new song, rocks Verizon Center

BY: CJ Ciaramella
Washington Free Beacon
Photos by: Buster Harvey, liveshotsphotography

Ten thousand drunk women agree: They still love Stevie Nicks.

That was the news from my seat Tuesday night in the 400-level of the Verizon Center, where Fleetwood Mac returned to the stage for the first time in three years.

The calls rained down from the crowd: “I love you, Steeeeeevie!”

Like any number of other aging rock acts, Fleetwood could have just slapped together a tour and slogged through their old hits. According to the Internet, which is always correct, the Eagles are hitting the road this summer in support of a “career-spanning documentary” the band released in February.

Warner Bros. recently released a 35th anniversary “super deluxe” edition of Fleetwood Mac’s 1977 mega-hit “Rumours,” which is as good an excuse as any for a tour. Instead, Fleetwood debuted new material amidst a solid mix of deep cuts and hits from across its catalogue.

“One of the things we thought would be a great thing to do this time before we hit the road was go into the studio and cut some new material,” guitarist Lindsey Buckingham said.

An EP of the new material is expected to drop sometime in the imminent future, and the band played one of the new cuts, “Sad Angel,” Tuesday night.

Mawkish title aside, the song sounded like vintage Fleetwood—driving mid-tempo drums, nice harmonies between Nicks and Buckingham, and catchy guitar lines.

The band also played a couple cuts from the new-wave tinged “Tusk,” as well as a forgotten demo from its early days.

From my high perch overlooking stage left, I could make out the general form of Nicks as she shambled about the stage in her gypsy woman outfit, tambourine in hand.

Photo by: Buster Harvey
Nicks can’t hit the high notes anymore, something most noticeable on songs like “Dreams” and “Rhiannon.”

Buckingham’s voice has also been grizzled by age. Without the tempering alto of Christine McVie, who left the band in 1998 (and also the only one who didn’t sing about having one’s heart shoved in a garbage disposal), the whole outfit sounds leaner and angrier.

A stripped-down yet 8-minute-long “Gold Dust Woman,” propelled by Mick Fleetwood’s drums and a fierce performance from Nicks, was one of the highlights of the night.

Buckingham remains a seriously underrated guitar player, as evidenced by his scorching solo on “I’m So Afraid.”

And it wouldn’t be Fleetwood Mac without some excess. Cue two encores and a drum solo. (Can we stop here for a moment and acknowledge that drum solos are to concerts as impromptu, drunken toasts are to weddings? Sometimes done well, but most often politely endured?)

But the real show, as always, was Buckingham, Nicks, and their tortured relationship. Even after all these years, they still hold some strange spell over each other and audiences.

It was fitting, then, that Buckingham didn’t end the show with a hit, say “Second Hand News” or “Go Your Own Way,” but rather obscure downer: “Say Goodbye,” a 2003 song he said was about closure with Nicks. “Once you said goodbye to me, yeah / Now I say goodbye to you,” the chorus goes.

“I just feel like they’re soul mates, y’know?” a tipsy woman behind me said to her friend as I was leaving the Verizon Center. “Like, maybe you don’t have to end up with someone to be soul mates with them.”

The existence and nature soul mates aside, what’s clear is that Fleetwood Mac can still hold audiences rapt with their emotional baggage, of which they will never lack. News broke recently that Mick Fleetwood has filed for separation from his wife.

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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

REVIEWS: Fleetwood Mac Live in Washington 4/9/13

It’s No Rumour, Fleetwood Mac Is Back
by: Diane Lyn
101.9 lite FM

What an amazing show at the Verizon Center in Washington DC Tuesday night. Stevie Nicks, Lindsay Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood and John Mc Vie showed us why, the album, Rumours was one of the biggest albums of all time. The first time I saw them was 1980, at the Capital Center near DC, “Tusk” was their album. I was very pleased to see this Mac, revisit “Tusk” several times Tuesday night. We heard songs from “Tusk” ( Tusk, Not That Funny, Sara, Sisters Of The Moon, etc.) performed live. Quoting Mick Fleetwood, “It has been a long time”. Every one of their classics was performed flawlessly. The group was totally in-sync, looking eternally youthful. As a hard core fan, it is hard to pick your favorite performed songs. But a couple do stand out. Stevie Nicks’ “Gypsy”, yes she twirled like she did in the famous video. Lindsay’s guitar work, amazing in “Big Love” and “I Am So Afraid”. The eternally youthful Mick Fleetwood, not missing a beat on the drums, with the backbone of John Mc Vie’s bass. Stevie and Lindsay’s, “Landslide” performance was sweet and memorable. Stevie dedicated that song to Mick Fleetwood’s children traveling with them. Stevie’s best song live, her solo work, “Stand Back”. Her standards, “Rhiannon” and “Gold Dust Woman”a crowd pleaser. Two encores finished the night with “Silver Springs” in the middle of the set. Which by the way, Stevie wrote after getting inspired during a tour in DC and spotting the road sign, Silver Spring Maryland.

As for me, my seats were in the 8th row. I have never been closer. So I waited 30 years to be there. It was fitting since this was the 35th anniversary tour of Rumours. 


Fleetwood Mac Reunites to Celebrate the 35th Anniversary of Rumours
By Matthew Winer

Last July, Stevie Nicks, best known as front woman for Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee Fleetwood Mac, appeared on "CBS This Morning" to discuss her solo career and the recent passing of former Fleetwood Mac guitarist Bob Welch. When asked about future touring plans with Fleetwood Mac, then the subject of mass speculation, Nicks simply stated "It's the plan. Because that's what we do."

They do it well.  Four shows into their 66-date world tour, Fleetwood Mac arrived at the Verizon Center Tuesday as a band defiantly excited to be back on the road. Following a three-year hiatus, the band began their first tour since 2009 last Thursday with stops in Columbus, Philadelphia and New York before arriving in Washington, DC.

This tour celebrates the 35th anniversary of their landmark album "Rumours" (1977) featuring Mick Fleetwood (drums) and John McVie (bass) - both original members since 1967 - joined by Lindsey Buckingham (guitar) and Stevie Nicks (vocals), who joined Fleetwood Mac together in 1975. Despite numerous lineup changes over the years, this incarnation of the band mirrors the collective that recorded and released "Rumours," minus Christine McVie, who retired in 1998.

On Tuesday night, Fleetwood Mac fed off of the sold-out crowd’s energy from the start.  The band weaved through their eclectic repertoire as Mick Fleetwood and John McVie led the driving melodies of "Rhiannon," "Gold Dust Woman" and "Dreams," giving way to Buckingham and Nicks, who sparked lively hits "Go Your Own Way" and "Don’t Stop."

"Tusk" was an early highlight of the evening, marrying Mick Fleetwood's tribal drum beats with stunning lights and video of the USC Marching Band, whose sounds enhanced the song's bombastic melody.

Buckingham took every opportunity to show off his incredible guitar chops, highlighted by acoustic solo numbers “Big Love” and “Never Going Back Again,” and later with his electric guitar during a masterful solo on rock opus "I'm So Afraid,” which climaxed to a standing ovation.

Much of the evening centered around the long-standing relationship between Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks, who joined on stage for a set of acoustic numbers including “Landslide” and “Without You,” the latter of which, as Nicks explained, was originally recorded for a Buckingham-Nicks album but lost before it could be released.

“This is the music that [Mick Fleetwood] first heard – the reason why he asked Lindsey and me to join the band,” Nicks explained.

The duo joined on stage again during the encore for “Silver Springs,” a song originally intended for "Rumours," but released as a B-side to the single “Go Your Own Way” and re-released on the 1997 album “The Dance.”  Nicks and Buckingham harmonized on the haunting lyrics “Time casts a spell on you, but you won't forget me,” a line that truly spoke to the audience Tuesday night.

SAD ANGEL - The ending of this is particularly cool... Lindsey right above Elle... Great capture!

Review | Photos | Video: Fleetwood Mac Live in Washington, DC 4/9/13

Fleetwood Mac relives ‘Rumours’ as crowd revels in hits at Verizon Center
By Dave McKenna

Fleetwood Mac survived affairs between band members; affairs between band members and crew members, and affairs between band members and really hard drugs – all during the making of one record, 1977’s “Rumours.”

Photos by Kyle Gustafsond

That’s not exactly the stuff celebrations are normally made of. But Fleetwood Mac packed the Verizon Center on Tuesday as part of a tour honoring “Rumours,” the soft-rock touchstone that ended up selling an estimated 40 million copies worldwide and hatched several tunes that remain on pop radio playlists and can still wow a crowd.

Fleetwood Mac goes back to 1967, when it was formed in London by British bluesmaster Peter Green and
existed mostly to cover tunes by American blues kings. But the band in its current incarnation has about as much in common with the original confab as the current Republican Party has to do with the GOP of Abe Lincoln. Green went his own way in 1970 because of mental illness, and soon enough blues was gone and the songwriting chores and stage spotlights were shared by a former sidewoman, Christine McVie, and two beautiful recruits from the Southern California rock scene, Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham. A surprisingly influential middle-of-the-road monster was born.

Four-fifths of the band that made “Rumours” remains, with McVie, who wrote and sang lead on much of the record, having departed in 1998. Her contributions were mostly ignored in the 21 / 2-hour set, but that still left plenty of nuggets for the mostly middle-age crowd to remember and revel in. The harmonies on “The Chain,” with its Crosby, Stills and Nash-like harmonies, showed the SoCal pop influence, and the fans went nutso after the bridge when 67-year-old John McVie set up a ferocious Buckingham guitar solo by plucking what has become sort of the “Smoke on the Water” of bass riffs.

The tell-all tune “Go Your Own Way” shined brightest among the rockers. Buckingham, who at 63 years old has somehow remained about as fetching physically as he was in the ’70s, spewed the nasty lines he wrote long ago about his then-recently ex-girlfriend Nicks (“shacking up is all you wanna do”) and pounded on his guitar during an amazing solo run as if the instrument had cheated on him, too.

He later joined Nicks for a duet on the evening’s best ballad, “Silver Springs,” a Nicks-penned tune which was recorded during the “Rumours” sessions but released only as a B-side to “Go Your Own Way.” Buckingham didn’t make eye contact with Nicks, who over time has lost a few RPMs on her trademark whirling-dervish stage move, as she stared him down and bellowed “You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!” again and again.

The night wasn’t only about “Rumours.” Drummer Mick Fleetwood, 65, who lived in the D.C. area for a time in the 1990s while running a nightclub named Fleetwood’s in Alexandria, got to shine during “Not That Funny” and “Tusk,” both cuts from a 1979 percussion-heavy double-LP also called “Tusk” that served as a sort of musical equivalent of “Heaven’s Gate”: The band delivered the collection so over budget (it was labeled the costliest record ever made) that the album was considered a flop even before it hit the bins. But, as Buckingham boasted while introducing the “Tusk” portion of the set, time has been kind. The record ended up selling in the multi-platinum range, and has been embraced in more recent decades by scads of indie rock bands, who have mined edginess from perhaps the most middle-of-the-road band in rock annals. But two examples: The Decemberists covered “Think About Me” while Camper van Beethoven covered the entire two-record set.

Tuesday’s set also included “Sad Angel,” a new song that Fleetwood Mac has recently recorded but not yet released. From the sound of things, Buckingham wrote the tune while his kids were playing Taylor Swift records.

For an encore, the band went back to the night’s raison d’ĂȘtre and reprised “Don’t Stop.” Though it’s now best known for being the theme song of Bill Clinton’s presidential campaigns, Christine McVie originally wrote the song for former hubby John McVie after she’d left him for the band’s lighting director during the “Rumours” recording. Its strident anti-nostalgia message — “Yesterday’s gone/Don’t you look back” — is great for an ex-lover, but, as evidenced by Fleetwood Mac throughout this very successful night, is best ignored by an aging rock combo.

Armed with hits, Fleetwood Mac plays with crowd's emotions at Verizon Center
By Lexie Mountain
Baltimore Sun

I have to admit that even though "Second Hand News" is a great way to kick off a night of what was clearly going to be hit after hit of A+, No. 1, solid-gold Fleetwood Mac tunes, hearing Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks sing the first few measures put a little stone in my throat. Lindsey sounded ragged and rough: Did he give too much to Madison Square Garden the night before? Perhaps over-carousing? Does Lindsey deign to carouse? And Stevie, oh Stevie, the top range of her uniquely fluid yet meaty voice clipped. It was almost too hoarse and monotonic.

Enthusiasm prevailed, however. Lindsey yelling, "GO GO GO" and stomping while John McVie, safe under his cap aside Mick Fleetwood’s golden kit complete with gigantic chime rack and head-framing gong, appeared to be doing his John McVie thing, which is not asking for any of the spotlight, only undergirding the whole band since time immemorial.

"The Chain" sent people into a frenzy, inasmuch as people trapped in seats can frenzy. Buckingham absolutely screamed. Chimes came into the picture in a major way. "The Chain" is something that Fleetwood Mac vowed never to break, and the song’s unbreakable burliness felt intact as it echoed throughout the room. Lindsey hollered "RUN RUN RUN RUN," somehow becoming less hoarse in the process.

By "Dreams," the batwing shirt-ed, fedora'd Stevies in the audience were out of their seat and twirling, with Nicks, on stage, clapping her hands against her wrists in an oddly muppety fashion. "OK," we said to ourselves, "it seems that she has lost some of her range, but who cares?" She’s got it where it counts and the backup singers are picking up the slack.

Waves of misty, lightshow light caressed the audience; waves of hulking classic rock slowjams rumbled through everyone’s personal memory bank. "Dreams" provided an in-the-zone moment: The point being that Mick Fleetwood is an animal behind the kit, to extend that metaphorical muppetiness a bit further, and he is mugging and slinging and sounds gigantic, which is what you want from the human epicenter of persistent mutation that is Fleetwood Mac.

Buckingham introduced the gentle rocker “Sad Angel” by noting, almost apologetically, that it was “the best stuff we've done in a long time " and then put the entire audience to the test by actually playing it. When Lindsey Buckingham says “a long time”, how long is he talking about? Can someone please fact-check the last time Fleetwood Mac wrote a song? Buckingham’s been spraying the world with solo tunes for ever, and apparently "Sad Angel" was written over a year ago but will be released “any day now” he promised, as part of an EP. EP! (Dear Fleetwood Mac, we want outtakes. We will listen to anything. Why restrict it to an EP?)

Here’s the rub: "Sad Angel" was not that bad, actually. It provided a good beer break for many audience members and brought some undue attention to the LED wingding display modules at the corner of the stage. The background images appeared to be an Ed Hardy shirt eating itself whole; in the words of my companion, the stage design looked “like a JC Penney commercial.” The song itself struck a note somewhere between the more exciting elements of "Mirage" and Buckingham’s solo jam “Red Rover”: A little treacly but with enough choral kick to give it the necessary oomph.

Out of nowhere, the stagecraft went from incongruous to blinding. A blast of white light, a visual approximation of "Rhiannon" probably cribbed from, and the band launched into “Rhiannon.” Nicks hoisted sparkling beads in her sparkle-draped, fingerless-gloved hands and changed the vocal melody so that she wouldn’t have to hit the high notes. The work of the backup singers was most evident here, especially during one point in which it appeared that Madam Nicks was simply mouthing the word "Rhiannon." I don’t want to say the experience was disappointing because “Rhiannon” is, at this point, a song you hear while shopping for aspirin and thus drilled into your head as having to exist a certain way. The essential components of the song were present and generally satisfactory. B+, would hear while price-comparing Band-aids again.

The great thing about Fleetwood Mac is that for every "Rhiannon" there is a "Not That Funny." Buckingham introduced a tight block of "Tusk" hits by saying, “I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall when Warner Brothers first played that album in the boardroom because it was not what they expected and really not what they wanted.”

“Not That Funny” had him thrashing and howling, at his most punk of the evening yet. “Tusk” itself merited cackles of laughter from Buckingham and tons of chimes, the backdrop exploding in CGI mirror-jungle fury, the whole group chugging and lurching into that majestic marching-band crescendo. Oh yeah, there was no marching band.

(Of course, Fleetwood Mac is not going to bring an entire marching band on tour just for one section of one song. The sample that was used sounded fantastic enough that seeing images of a marching band  was enough to allow the imagination to not be stressed out by the fact that, at a point when one could finally have seen a live marching band play one of the most unusual segments of one of the band's most unusual songs, the experience was fully subverted by the sheer pleasure of seeing the band at all. The fact is that “Tusk” sounded huge, and when Nicks returned to the stage for “Sisters of the Moon” she sounded huge again too.)

I don’t know what Nicks did when she stepped away from the spotlight after “Rhiannon," but “Sisters of the Moon” and “Sara” were both a giant middle-finger-in-fingerless-gloves to the haters. The sustain, the warble, the fullness of her unique method were all in evidence, and it seemed almost as if the first half of the set was just a warm-up. Stevie was back, haters. And then, just as suddenly as she came, she was gone again.

Probably at this point many Fleetwood Mac fans have experienced Buckingham’s acoustic version of “Big Love” and were thinking, “Oh, this again,” and to those people I say nothing because they likely do not exist. Hearing “Big Love” on an acoustic guitar is like being caught in a frantic bug-zapper of treble and pain. Even when Nicks came back out for a truly sweet rendition of “Landslide” that she tenderly dedicated to her “fairy god-daughters” while misty sparkles floated in the air, I found myself trying to go back in time several minutes and re-live the feeling of being electrocuted in my seat.

After a satisfyingly raw acoustic version of “Never Going Back Again," Mick joined Buckingham and Nicks for a song that Stevie herself only rediscovered on, in her words, “you guessed it — YouTube!” “Without You” found Mick on a confounding drum setup: Cocktail roto-toms? Mini stand-up kit? Whatever. Even Buckingham and Nicks can’t remember when they wrote “Without You," and it was a nice present for the heads. I was in the head when “Gypsy” went down, but my companion told me that there was quite a bit of twirling from Nicks, and what little I could make out through the cinderblock panopticon that is the Verizon Center sounded like it was probably good fun.

“Eyes of the World,” from Fleetwood Mac’s last album "Tango in the Night," was brisk, frisky and accompanied by probably the most visually disturbing imagery of the evening. Every time the chorus of “Eyes!” punched in, an eyeball zoomed through the backdrop, green or brown, making it difficult to concentrate on what is an interesting late-career gem. Eyes! When the chime rack returned for “Gold Dust Woman” it was something of a relief. Nicks returned in a gold shawl to haunt Mick’s cowbell-playing wizard face, pointing fingers at all the ancient queens to her left and right. A few lighters went up in the crowd, a few smartphones for lighters-by-proxy.

What company did Fleetwood Mac commission to make it look like they were being toasted alive during “I’m So Afraid”? I would like to work for anyone who can cause Fleetwood Mac to be aggressively cooked under red-hot Maxi Pads(TM) as steamy, smoky tendrils creep through the background. Thankfully the heating devices receded and it was Jumbotron Lindseyvision for the evening's money-shot guitar solo, in which his completely bizarre fingerwork was on display for all to behold.

After a smoking-hot version of “Stand Back” from Nicks’ solo repertoire and “Go Your Own Way,” the band said goodnight. Or did they? They did not!

Encore No. 1: Mick Fleetwood emerged from the sidelines wearing jaunty knickers and trademark gold balls dangling from his belt for “World Turning,” giving an extensive drum solo in which he yelled, "Come on baby! Are you with me?" The good news is that everyone in the audience was with him. The weird news is that he split up with his wife three hours earlier. Buckingham sat on the side of the stage with his legs crossed at the ankles, as if he was on the lawn at the Hollywood Bowl, gazing up at his googly-eyed friend, the lynchpin of the idea of a band that is Fleetwood Mac.

Encores Nos. 2-4 slid down a hill of strange melancholy. From “Don’t Stop” to “Silver Spring,” it felt as if the band was slowly letting go of the audience, getting them ready for the outside world again. With the utterly sad and beautiful “Say Goodbye” the crowd filtered out, stunned. Nick told those who remained that they were “the dream-makers, the dream-catchers.” Mick’s last words for the audience, a giant hug from a giant man in a little red top hat, were “Take care of yourself. Be kind to one another. We love you so.”

Fleetwood Mac at Verizon Center, Washington, DC
Tuesday, April 9, 2013 - Photos by Peter Hutchins

77 Photos by Elle LB-News 

LANDSLIDE (With dedication to Mick's two daughters)