The following excerpt about the music of Fleetwood Mac and the band’s new tour is from an article by Scott Mervis published in the 03/02/09 Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.
Back in the ’70s when you were listening to “Rhiannon” and “Gypsy,” you may have given a passing thought to the concept of Stevie Nicks at 60.
Now we’re at the point where we don’t have to imagine anymore.
We saw her last night at the Mellon Arena [Pittsburgh] on the opening show of the Unleashed tour, and we can testify that she’s still the golden haired diva, still mysterious, still beguiling, still beautiful as she sings those haunting, heartbreaking love songs.
Her partner in crime since they were teenagers, Lindsey Buckingham, is still on the brink of 60, at 59, and he’s, well, he’s going to be an intense dude up until the day he dies.
The former lovers came out holding hands and then went off to their positions to dazzle with the promised greatest hits show, plus some surprises from the back catalogue.
Buckingham made early mention of the band’s “complex and convoluted emotional history,” saying that every time they come back together “it’s always different.” He added that they “had a ball” during their days of rehearsal at the arena, and the evidence was on stage.
A nod to their fresh start was “Monday Morning,” an unexpected opener, as it was never a staple of the “Say You Will” tour five years ago. It wasn’t until the second song, “The Chain,” that we got that first taste of the magical Buckingham-Nicks harmonies, two voices that [were] born for each other.
Nicks always had an unusual voice, husky yet delicate, strong yet vulnerable. Early in the set, like on “Dreams,” she clung more to the lower register, backing away from the mike on the high notes. As the set picked up energy, so did she, pouring emotion into “Sara” and “Landslide,” with that line “I’m getting older, too.” On “Gold Dust Woman,” she unleashed a long, gorgeous wail, before turning her back to the crowd and spreading her golden shawl like wings–dragon-lady wings–as the song slowly faded…
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