Saw Fleetwood Mac in concert last night.   First time ever.   I scored some tix at the last minute.  It was awe-inspiring.  Jaw-dropping.   I forgot how many of their tunes were infectious sing-along songs.   From the minute they walked on stage, they had the crowd eating out of the palms of their hands.

Lindsey Buckingham single-handedly rocked the house for nearly three hours with his mystical, magical guitar skills.  I know I’m going out on a limb here, but after seeing Buckingham play with such ferocity — I can safely safe he is the most prolific guitarist alive today. 

Stevie Nicks – diva that she is — just lost a well-publicized 60lbs.  She looked phenomenal with her flowy shawls and waist-length hair.   Every time she’d spin around, I would lose my ever-loving mind.   Even though I was in the nosebleed section, I’ll guarantee she heard me scream her name.   Repeatedly.

Sure, she can’t hit all the high notes anymore, but her harmonies with Buckingham (minus Christine McVie) are still gorgeous.   If Buckingham sang a solo, there would be a mass exodus of people going to get beer or pee.  If Stevie sang a solo, on the other hand, there was a kinetic, electric energy in the coliseum.  People would instantly jump up and sing at the top of their lungs.

When Stevie unexpectedly launched in to her solo hit, “Stand Back” … I think I died and went to parachute pant heaven.  It was 1982 all over again.   She whooped like a soul sister.   The crowd ate it up with a spoon.   Whoever was in charge of lighting was a genius.   During Stevie’s patented shawl dances, they’d flip on a backlight.  It created this amazing silhouette of Stevie.  It was one part  “Kiss of the Spider Woman” and one part “Welsh Witch Whirling Dervish”.

I especially liked the quirky interaction between Stevie and Buckingham.  They embraced, made goo-goo eyes and often sang to each other.  It was as if the audience wasn’t even there. Given their illustrious history, it looks like they’ve mended fences.  Either that or they were flirting with each other in front of 16,000 people.  During the encore, they walked back on stage holding hands like teenagers.  It was sweet. 

I had tickets to see Stevie way back in 2001.  She had a bout of laryngitis and had to cancel.  I’ve always been bummed about that.  But not anymore.   I came.  I saw.  I went my own way.