The Herald (12/09/2003), Fleetwood Mac, SECC, Glasgow
The Herald, December 9, 2003
FOR middle-aged rock fans, heroes are so hard to find these days. So, when a legendary act such as Fleetwood Mac turns up on your doorstep, you're in two minds about going to see them. They'll be a pale shadow of what once they were, you think. Rheumatic rockers.
But, what the heck, you go. And what you witness restores your faith. Call it hip replacement therapy for the over-50s. The Mac were stunning. Grey-haired men in blazers and flannels were pogo-ing – yes, pogo-ing – in the aisles. Hitherto respectable accountants and lawyers were being ordered by stewards, young enough to be their offspring, to sit down and behave themselves.
With a power and an energy worthy of a band half their age, Fleetwood, McVie, Buckingham, and Nicks rattled through a two-and-a-half hour set that touched all the bases from their 30-odd year history. I might have been wrong but I swear I ven saw John McVie crack a smile.
They played a handful of tracks from the new album, Say You Will, but for the most part, wisely, they focused on the familiar, songs from Fleetwood Mac, Rumours, Tusk, and Tango in the Night.
Stevie Nicks looked beautiful and sang to perfection, particularly on Silver Spring and the haunting Beautiful Child.
Mick Fleetwood's lengthy drum solo was almost scary, as he screamed in tongues and played (what seemed to be) an electronic percussive waistcoat with his fingers.
A memorable night but don't just take my word for it. Ask the first minister, Jack McConnell. He was there with his wife. But not pogo-ing, it has to be said.
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