Portland

[LukeA]

Concert was pretty good.

Go Insane was refreshing. I've been hoping for a shakeup with Go Insane and/or Big Love, and I'm glad it actually happened with one of them.

The new songs were enjoyable to hear. Thankfully, all of them are still in the setlist (setlist was unchanged from Saratoga/Seattle).

Big gripe: I realize that there are budget constraints (ahem, Lindsey's jet/jet fuel), but these shows would be SO much better with an actual drummer with an actual drum kit. The middle part of Tusk and the entire drum solo of World Turning on the MIDI kit were some of the lamest musical moments I've ever experienced at a concert- especially one with a headliner as talented/noteworthy as Lindsey.

[AliP]

Concert was pretty good.

Big gripe: I realize that there are budget constraints (ahem, Lindsey's jet/jet fuel), but these shows would be SO much better with an actual drummer with an actual drum kit. The middle part of Tusk and the entire drum solo of World Turning on the MIDI kit were some of the lamest musical moments I've ever experienced at a concert- especially one with a headliner as talented/noteworthy as Lindsey.

Hey Luke,
Glad you liked the show. You are right about the drum kit. I thought that little drum solo with the keyboard sound of Lindsey's voice (or whatever it was) was a little bit cheesy.

[slowdancer]

I thought the Portland show was fantastic! He seemed to play the same set list as described for the Saratoga show. And the audience was very enthusiastic, getting him to come back out for a terrific encore.

I thought this show was better than the two shows I saw last year: tighter (as were his pants :), as mentioned by michelle), brighter (colorful backdrop w/tall poles and lights attached), and energized ( this being only the 3rd show though). The show has a more polished look to it.

Love the new songs and I was happy to hear "Countdown," one of my favorites. He played a beautiful red guitar on "Trouble" and "Go Insane"--I think those were the 2 songs. I was just struck about how beautiful the instrument looked while he was playing it. I enjoy watching him play guitar and his solos are just so beautiful to listen to. He frequently played the guitar with one hand.

I have no complaint with any of the songs he chooses to play, as some do, I'm just happy to hear him play and sing!

[gretchen]

I thought the Portland show was fantastic! He seemed to play the same set list as described for the Saratoga show. And the audience was very enthusiastic, getting him to come back out for a terrific encore.

I thought this show was better than the two shows I saw last year: tighter (as were his pants :), as mentioned by michelle), brighter (colorful backdrop w/tall poles and lights attached), and energized ( this being only the 3rd show though). The show has a more polished look to it.

Love the new songs and I was happy to hear "Countdown," one of my favorites. He played a beautiful red guitar on "Trouble" and "Go Insane"--I think those were the 2 songs. I was just struck about how beautiful the instrument looked while he was playing it. I enjoy watching him play guitar and his solos are just so beautiful to listen to. He frequently played the guitar with one hand.

I have no complaint with any of the songs he chooses to play, as some do, I'm just happy to hear him play and sing!

Sounds fantastic...:thumbsup:

[AliP]

Love the new songs and I was happy to hear "Countdown," one of my favorites.

Did he play Countdown? Or are you thinking of Don't Look Down?

[Peestie]

Love the new songs and I was happy to hear "Countdown," one of my favorites. He played a beautiful red guitar on "Trouble" and "Go Insane"--I think those were the 2 songs. I was just struck about how beautiful the instrument looked while he was playing it. I enjoy watching him play guitar and his solos are just so beautiful to listen to. He frequently played the guitar with one hand.


He played 'Countdown'? I don't think I'd seen that on any lists for the other shows. I'd love to see that one.

Was trouble done like the Soundstage arrangement with all 3 of the other guys playing stuff or was it done like the Bass Hall DVD where he's completely alone?

[slowdancer]

Did he play Countdown? Or are you thinking of Don't Look Down?

I think you might be right. I was thinking of bringing a pad and paper to write down the set list and my impressions of the evening but I didn't. Next time...

[LukeA]

I think you might be right. I was thinking of bringing a pad and paper to write down the set list and my impressions of the evening but I didn't. Next time...

He played Don't Look Down.

Ali! I owe you a PM!!

[slowdancer]

He played 'Countdown'? I don't think I'd seen that on any lists for the other shows. I'd love to see that one.

Was trouble done like the Soundstage arrangement with all 3 of the other guys playing stuff or was it done like the Bass Hall DVD where he's completely alone?

Someone pointed out that it might not have been Countdown--wishful thinking on my part?
I think he played Trouble alone--the others who were there can correct me if I'm wrong.

Best part of the evening is watching how much fun LB is having performing in front of an audience. Also, I'd love if he'd take a half hour break and come back and play another hour. The time he played went by too quickly.

[CelticGypsy]

Me and Lindsey and some girl's chin by my face:lol:

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The concert was very good. Lindsey was very nice. He said FM would be getting together soon to start rehearsals/working together.

Debra

[CelticGypsy]

Someone pointed out that it might not have been Countdown--wishful thinking on my part?
I think he played Trouble alone--the others who were there can correct me if I'm wrong.

Best part of the evening is watching how much fun LB is having performing in front of an audience. Also, I'd love if he'd take a half hour break and come back and play another hour. The time he played went by too quickly.


Trouble was one of the first songs he played but he did play several songs alone without his band. The audience loved Go Your Own Way and everybody was singing along. That was really cool. He was very nice and seemed so happy that the audience appreciated his music.

[michelej1]

The concert was very good. Lindsey was very nice. He said FM would be getting together soon to start rehearsals/working together.

Debra


Lovely pictures, especially the last one. Michele

[PenguinHead]

This was the fourth show of Lindsey's I've been to...all in Portland, OR. The first was his Out Of Cradle show -- which really can't compare to any others for the huge army of guitarists in that band. Then I saw his Under the Skin show twice; he surprisingly came back to Portland later in the tour!

This latest show (third show of the tour) seemed to achieve a great balance. More light-hearted and upbeat, and less moody than his last tour. His voice struck me this time as being extremely strong, clear and controlled...perhaps for the fact it hasn't had time to get road-weary.

And big kudos to him for being brave enough to open his show with not one but two new songs...and close with a new one ...even before the album has released. When was the last time anyone in Fleetwood Mac did that? Next to never! He even modified a few well-known/performed songs -- either in length, arrangement or style -- enough to make them fresh. I was completely impressed.

And thankfully he keep his sermons to a minimum. Only once did he briefly baffle the audience with some sort of point he was trying to make!

I left the show with a newfound appreciation for Lindsey. Lately he's acting like Fleetwood Mac was in the 1970's/1980's. Back then you could at least expect a Mac or solo album every year. If you compare their collective output then compared to now, it's pretty grave. Yet, unexpectedly it's Lindsey--not Stevie! -- who has become the most prodigious. Three albums in three years!!! Does anyone realize how unprecedented that is???!!!!

2008 Gift Of Screws 2007 Live at Bass Hall 2007 Under The Skin....wow!

The preconceived notion that Lindsey just widdles away for years in his studio and nothing ever comes to light is now shattered. Obviously, at this time in his life he has rekindled a passion to make and release music that adds to his solo legacy. And I guess, without having to deal with the twisted democracy of Fleetwood Mac, he must feel a great deal of liberation...which results in us getting 3 Lindsey albums in 3 years!

It's very surprising that he still entertains any ideas of working in the context of Fleetwood Mac. That just shows what a loyal, stand-up guy he can be. Stevie has always overshadowed my appreciation for Lindsey. But right now it's all about Lindsey. It's LindseyTime...or maybe LindseyLand, or...:]

[MacMan]

Me and Lindsey and some girl's chin by my face:lol:

The concert was very good. Lindsey was very nice. He said FM would be getting together soon to start rehearsals/working together.

Debra


WOW! That shot with the red background? Exceptional!!! Thanks for posting!

[Betsy]

Thanks for the photos, Celtic Gypsy...! It amazes me how clear the photos are.
Can I ask a couple questions:
What row were you in?
Where and How long did you have to wait to get the autograph?

[CelticGypsy]

Thanks for the photos, Celtic Gypsy...! It amazes me how clear the photos are.
Can I ask a couple questions:
What row were you in?
Where and How long did you have to wait to get the autograph?


Our tickets were for row N but they upgraded some people before the concert. We were shown our seats and before we could sit down another lady came and told us to move up to Row G so we were right dab in the middle. We could see Lindsey very well and even standing up I had no problems seeing him and I am short. My hubby took the photos and a lot of people that took pics got warned. We were warned after taking the second photo. There really wasn't security but theatre employees (a few older ladies) that would come and say no pictures.

We had to drive around to the back and parked so it took about 15 mins to wait until he came out of the building. He was very nice to take time to talk to a few fans and get some photos taken.

[michelej1]

And thankfully he keep his sermons to a minimum. Only once did he briefly baffle the audience with some sort of point he was trying to make!



LOL. We should ask for some speeches. Instead of shouting "Countdown" we should yell for him to talk about the Gods on Mt. Olympus.

That was a great review.

Michele

[CelticGypsy]

LOL. We should ask for some speeches. Instead of shouting "Countdown" we should yell for him to talk about the Gods on Mt. Olympus.

That was a great review.

Michele


Yes, I was one of the fans who worried about "Lindsey's speeches" too. He didn't ramble on and on. I liked when he said how much he appreciated his family and that life is good now. He basically said that he had made mistakes in his past with relationships or something like that? Don't remember his exact words but he seemed very happy to be married and have a family life. I am one of those people that wished he and Stevie had worked out their romantic relationship but its nice that Lindsey loves his wife and adores his kids. Its great that he found someone to really make him happy. Was funny when he talked about time in Malibu long ago and he couldn't remember those days too well. haha The new songs are pretty good. His voice sounded really good - very strong and clear.

[CelticGypsy]

WOW! That shot with the red background? Exceptional!!! Thanks for posting!


Yes, my hubby took that photo:xoxo:

[MacMan]

Okay, whomever wrote this did a nice job... Extremely funny! It's long, but worth the read.

A Bloggers account of Portland.

A Concert For The Aged (http://excruciatinginertia.blogspot.com/2008/09/concert-for-aged.html)

Last night at Newmark Theater I had the pleasure of watching a man sing and play guitar for more than two hours. The man's name was Lindsey Buckingham, and this was only the tour's third show in support of Gift of Screws, the new CD he has coming out next week. This little piece chronicles not only the show itself but the entire evening and the cast of characters of our fair city who populated it. Fear not, you who strive to Keep Portland Weird. It still is.

The evening started well enough. We decided to pilot an earth killer into town an hour early as a pre-emptive strike against the dreaded No Available Parking eventuality. As we feared, every street we first encountered was lined with vehicles from corner to corner as far as the eye could see. The feeling of relief exuded by those who had scored parking spots ahead of us hung palpably in the air, almost as a mist, clouding our vision. I had just begun to despair when it happened. We spied the opening we had been looking for! I hit the gas so hard that we nearly went back in time! I managed somehow to maintain control of the vehicle, hitting my mark and executing an electrifying parallel parking maneuver in one fluid motion. My wife and I sat back smiling, congratulating ourselves on a job well done.

And then I saw it, the ghastly sign portending a temporary apocalypse. 15 Minute Limit it squealed in big bold letters not 12 inches from my side mirror. No wonder the space was empty whilst all about us the curbs were literally crammed with parked vehicles! And then my moral quotient took a nosedive. "I wonder if it's OK to park here," I reasoned to myself, "if you don't see that sign?" And shamefully I set to carry out my sinister plan.

I scanned the vicinity with haunted eyes, wondering if we could somehow get away without being held accountable for our sleight of car routine. As luck would have it there were two ladies not 15 feet away on a nicotine jones errand of mercy watching while my conscience wrestled me to the floor. Alas, we'd been seen! And then it hit me: could I possibly invite these ladies to take a bit of the culpability off my hands, at least enough so that I could pretend I had reasonable grounds to think I was OK here? After all, if we all thought it was OK, well, then maybe it really was! Guilt has always proved a harsh taskmaster, my friends, but tonight her training paid off in spades.

I turned to my soon-to-be accomplices, assuming the naivete of a lost child. I'm telling you, weaker women would have wept. "What does that sign mean?" I asked, my voice conveying a hint of incredulity. Surely whatever meaning expressed in those words couldn't possibly include me, could it?

I could see they both knew how the game was played. Seizing the opportunity to assume membership in the coveted People That Know Things club, the purveyors of Big Tobacco smiled. The lady on the right croaked, "It doesn't mean anything now, it's after 7 o'clock". I checked my cell phone. Sure enough, it was 7:05. We thanked those ladies profusely (for the clock striking 7, I guess) and bid them sweet adieu. I've no doubt we added to the pheromone cocktail that spelled R-E-L-I-E-F that night. We walked away silently thanking Lindsey for refusing to work before 8 p.m.

A few minutes later found us in the lobby of the Performing Arts building. Folks were milling around looking a little dazed. After all, how do you act before a Lindsey Buckingham concert? Does anyone know? It's obvious if you were going to see, say, Metallica or Twisted Sister. Luckily for everyone there was a bar here, so that gave us all a place to begin. Looking around I could vouch that everyone in attendance had long since passed carding age and so bellied up without fear. My wife and I decided upon a few adult beverages and likewise put our livers to work. I still sensed a bit of tension in the group, though, hinting to the problem which would manifest during the concert itself despite the titanic rocking efforts of Mr. Buckingham.

It wasn't long before seating was announced, though unfortunately I was taking up space in the restroom at the time and was unable to answer the call immediately. I did manage to observe a bit of the minutia of human behavior there which has long fascinated me. I wondered if the Make No Eye Contact rule would still hold in the bathroom if everyone present knew that everyone else in the room was as excited as they were to see the same performer do his thing, and only moments away at that! But no, there would be no associative familiarity this night. Everyone I saw in that room went about pretending he neither saw nor heard anyone else. I pondered this while we found our seats. Thankfully, we didn't have to wait long.

Lindsey strode serenely onto the stage in near total darkness, the silence broken only by various hoots and hollers. But eventually I shut up when I realized I was the only one expressing any excitement that way. The crowd was hushed. Lindsey strapped on his guitar and we waited for takeoff. All at once the blinding lights came on and Lindsey tore into his first number with reckless abandon, an approach he favored the entire night! It was soon apparent to all that he has put a good deal of practice into his instruments of choice. Guitars, that is. All 16 of them. Or so it seemed to me, for he seemed to switch instruments after nearly every song!

Or was that before every song? Permit me a bit of timeline angst, my friends, for who can say, really? One thing's for sure, I'll wager that guitar tech of his could solve this mystery if his brain is anywhere near as nimble as his feet. I watched that fella scamper around the back of the stage all night like a spider hauling six-stringed insects in his clutches, staying low and keeping to the shadows while he went about his deadly work. I marveled at his dexterity, how he glided over cables and cords while keeping his vertical at a level that would make a limbo champion blush. What would such a man as that say to my query? I think such a man as he would point out that, because Lindsey didn't switch guitars before his very first song, the switch must therefore have come after it, and so on and so forth through the whole set list. And so we, being reasonable men, would in turn agree not question his profound wisdom during these proceedings.

The confusion over which came first, the switch or the song, pales in comparison to the herculean effort yours truly put forth in a dogged attempt to wring every last erg of unadulterated joy out of the evening. I carried that entire arena on my back for most of the night, and this was the problem I alluded to earlier. That's right, my friends, I was surrounded by a multitude of individuals who evidently thought they were there to see Yo-Yo Ma. The gentleman on my right seemed positively frightened by the intensity coming off the stage, not to mention from the man flailing about to his left. I was horrified to see that all around me people were merely viewing the proceedings instead of actually taking part in them, forcing me to single-handedly carry the whole responsibility of audience participation myself.

I just wasn't up to the task, my friends. I shouted myself hoarse by the fourth song. My hands were swollen and sore ham hocks by the halfway mark and I started to feel the effects of whiplash by the time Lindsey reached Go Your Own Way near the end of his set list. I was spent. I had failed.

And then it happened.

The arena of people seemed to realize as one that they weren't there to observe "art" with restraint and faint applause, sitting around clucking their tongues like a gaggle of barnyard hens. No, although that was what their training as Portland citizens had taught them to do in the presence of any artist, the familiar strains of that old classic song snapped them out of their malaise at once. We rose as one the moment we realized Lindsey was about to entreat each of us to go our own way, shouting along to the lyrics in a rock and roll frenzy. The noise was deafening, thankfully drowning out my budding laryngitis, but Lyndsey was able to carry us home in spite of my injury, strutting about the stage like a peacock in leather boots while we urged him on.

There were only about 5 more songs after this, but the resurrection was complete. This was his crowd now, and I got the idea that everyone was thinking, "What were we waiting for? This is fun!" at the same time. No one bothered to thank me for getting us that far but I guess that's OK. Lindsey Buckingham was the star last night and I, for one, won't soon forget the outrageous fortune of seeing him perform live.

And for the curious, the songs he played off his soon to be released new CD tells me that Buckingham fans are in for a real treat!

[wondergirl9847]

What is wrong with people? I hate crowds that are dead and wait until he plays GYOW to get off their ass to have some friggin' fun.

I cannot begin to express my frustration with the Fort Worth crowd during the DVD taping.

I just don't understand buying tickets to Lindsey's concert and not getting excited until he does GYOW. Makes no sense to me. :shrug: I HATE GYOW live, for the most part. The only cool thing is playing his guitar. Throw your tomatoes, I can take it. :nod:

[BTFLCHLD]

Okay, whomever wrote this did a nice job... Extremely funny! yes, incredibly funny... :lol: thanks for posting!

[michelej1]

I HATE GYOW live, for the most part. The only cool thing is playing his guitar.

I wonder if people are still playing his guitar. They didn't at the Saratoga Winery. The guards had warned against it, but if Lindsey had assumed the position and crouched at the foot of the stage, I'm sure security would have allowed people to approach. Lindsey didn't initiate any guitar stroking that first night. Maybe it's resumed. Michele

[CelticGypsy]

Okay, whomever wrote this did a nice job... Extremely funny! It's long, but worth the read.

A Bloggers account of Portland.

A Concert For The Aged (http://excruciatinginertia.blogspot.com/2008/09/concert-for-aged.html)

Last night at Newmark Theater I had the pleasure of watching a man sing and play guitar for more than two hours. The man's name was Lindsey Buckingham, and this was only the tour's third show in support of Gift of Screws, the new CD he has coming out next week. This little piece chronicles not only the show itself but the entire evening and the cast of characters of our fair city who populated it. Fear not, you who strive to Keep Portland Weird. It still is.

The evening started well enough. We decided to pilot an earth killer into town an hour early as a pre-emptive strike against the dreaded No Available Parking eventuality. As we feared, every street we first encountered was lined with vehicles from corner to corner as far as the eye could see. The feeling of relief exuded by those who had scored parking spots ahead of us hung palpably in the air, almost as a mist, clouding our vision. I had just begun to despair when it happened. We spied the opening we had been looking for! I hit the gas so hard that we nearly went back in time! I managed somehow to maintain control of the vehicle, hitting my mark and executing an electrifying parallel parking maneuver in one fluid motion. My wife and I sat back smiling, congratulating ourselves on a job well done.

And then I saw it, the ghastly sign portending a temporary apocalypse. 15 Minute Limit it squealed in big bold letters not 12 inches from my side mirror. No wonder the space was empty whilst all about us the curbs were literally crammed with parked vehicles! And then my moral quotient took a nosedive. "I wonder if it's OK to park here," I reasoned to myself, "if you don't see that sign?" And shamefully I set to carry out my sinister plan.

I scanned the vicinity with haunted eyes, wondering if we could somehow get away without being held accountable for our sleight of car routine. As luck would have it there were two ladies not 15 feet away on a nicotine jones errand of mercy watching while my conscience wrestled me to the floor. Alas, we'd been seen! And then it hit me: could I possibly invite these ladies to take a bit of the culpability off my hands, at least enough so that I could pretend I had reasonable grounds to think I was OK here? After all, if we all thought it was OK, well, then maybe it really was! Guilt has always proved a harsh taskmaster, my friends, but tonight her training paid off in spades.

I turned to my soon-to-be accomplices, assuming the naivete of a lost child. I'm telling you, weaker women would have wept. "What does that sign mean?" I asked, my voice conveying a hint of incredulity. Surely whatever meaning expressed in those words couldn't possibly include me, could it?

I could see they both knew how the game was played. Seizing the opportunity to assume membership in the coveted People That Know Things club, the purveyors of Big Tobacco smiled. The lady on the right croaked, "It doesn't mean anything now, it's after 7 o'clock". I checked my cell phone. Sure enough, it was 7:05. We thanked those ladies profusely (for the clock striking 7, I guess) and bid them sweet adieu. I've no doubt we added to the pheromone cocktail that spelled R-E-L-I-E-F that night. We walked away silently thanking Lindsey for refusing to work before 8 p.m.

A few minutes later found us in the lobby of the Performing Arts building. Folks were milling around looking a little dazed. After all, how do you act before a Lindsey Buckingham concert? Does anyone know? It's obvious if you were going to see, say, Metallica or Twisted Sister. Luckily for everyone there was a bar here, so that gave us all a place to begin. Looking around I could vouch that everyone in attendance had long since passed carding age and so bellied up without fear. My wife and I decided upon a few adult beverages and likewise put our livers to work. I still sensed a bit of tension in the group, though, hinting to the problem which would manifest during the concert itself despite the titanic rocking efforts of Mr. Buckingham.

It wasn't long before seating was announced, though unfortunately I was taking up space in the restroom at the time and was unable to answer the call immediately. I did manage to observe a bit of the minutia of human behavior there which has long fascinated me. I wondered if the Make No Eye Contact rule would still hold in the bathroom if everyone present knew that everyone else in the room was as excited as they were to see the same performer do his thing, and only moments away at that! But no, there would be no associative familiarity this night. Everyone I saw in that room went about pretending he neither saw nor heard anyone else. I pondered this while we found our seats. Thankfully, we didn't have to wait long.

Lindsey strode serenely onto the stage in near total darkness, the silence broken only by various hoots and hollers. But eventually I shut up when I realized I was the only one expressing any excitement that way. The crowd was hushed. Lindsey strapped on his guitar and we waited for takeoff. All at once the blinding lights came on and Lindsey tore into his first number with reckless abandon, an approach he favored the entire night! It was soon apparent to all that he has put a good deal of practice into his instruments of choice. Guitars, that is. All 16 of them. Or so it seemed to me, for he seemed to switch instruments after nearly every song!

Or was that before every song? Permit me a bit of timeline angst, my friends, for who can say, really? One thing's for sure, I'll wager that guitar tech of his could solve this mystery if his brain is anywhere near as nimble as his feet. I watched that fella scamper around the back of the stage all night like a spider hauling six-stringed insects in his clutches, staying low and keeping to the shadows while he went about his deadly work. I marveled at his dexterity, how he glided over cables and cords while keeping his vertical at a level that would make a limbo champion blush. What would such a man as that say to my query? I think such a man as he would point out that, because Lindsey didn't switch guitars before his very first song, the switch must therefore have come after it, and so on and so forth through the whole set list. And so we, being reasonable men, would in turn agree not question his profound wisdom during these proceedings.

The confusion over which came first, the switch or the song, pales in comparison to the herculean effort yours truly put forth in a dogged attempt to wring every last erg of unadulterated joy out of the evening. I carried that entire arena on my back for most of the night, and this was the problem I alluded to earlier. That's right, my friends, I was surrounded by a multitude of individuals who evidently thought they were there to see Yo-Yo Ma. The gentleman on my right seemed positively frightened by the intensity coming off the stage, not to mention from the man flailing about to his left. I was horrified to see that all around me people were merely viewing the proceedings instead of actually taking part in them, forcing me to single-handedly carry the whole responsibility of audience participation myself.

I just wasn't up to the task, my friends. I shouted myself hoarse by the fourth song. My hands were swollen and sore ham hocks by the halfway mark and I started to feel the effects of whiplash by the time Lindsey reached Go Your Own Way near the end of his set list. I was spent. I had failed.

And then it happened.

The arena of people seemed to realize as one that they weren't there to observe "art" with restraint and faint applause, sitting around clucking their tongues like a gaggle of barnyard hens. No, although that was what their training as Portland citizens had taught them to do in the presence of any artist, the familiar strains of that old classic song snapped them out of their malaise at once. We rose as one the moment we realized Lindsey was about to entreat each of us to go our own way, shouting along to the lyrics in a rock and roll frenzy. The noise was deafening, thankfully drowning out my budding laryngitis, but Lyndsey was able to carry us home in spite of my injury, strutting about the stage like a peacock in leather boots while we urged him on.

There were only about 5 more songs after this, but the resurrection was complete. This was his crowd now, and I got the idea that everyone was thinking, "What were we waiting for? This is fun!" at the same time. No one bothered to thank me for getting us that far but I guess that's OK. Lindsey Buckingham was the star last night and I, for one, won't soon forget the outrageous fortune of seeing him perform live.

And for the curious, the songs he played off his soon to be released new CD tells me that Buckingham fans are in for a real treat!


Thanks for posting this. Funny!

[CelticGypsy]

I wonder if people are still playing his guitar. They didn't at the Saratoga Winery. The guards had warned against it, but if Lindsey had assumed the position and crouched at the foot of the stage, I'm sure security would have allowed people to approach. Lindsey didn't initiate any guitar stroking that first night. Maybe it's resumed. Michele


I didn't see anybody approach Lindsey to play the guitar in Portland. That was sort of disappointing to me. He really didn't bend down so the crowd could get closer to him. Security in Portland was a little strict. Everybody was getting warned if they took photos. I think people were afraid to breathe during the concert so they wouldn't get harrassed by the little elderly women ushers. haha

[michelej1]

I didn't see anybody approach Lindsey to play the guitar in Portland. That was sort of disappointing to me. He really didn't bend down so the crowd could get closer to him. Security in Portland was a little strict. Everybody was getting warned if they took photos. I think people were afraid to breathe during the concert so they wouldn't get harrassed by the little elderly women ushers. haha

There was no guitar playing in Tahoe either, but security was more laid back. They didn't say anything about cameras when we entered and people who took cell phone photos did not get hassled. One lady tried to approach the stage, but she was stopped by another audience member, rather than by a staff person. Lindsey was standing over the speakers. As you mentioned, he didn't bend down for anyone to play his guitar either.

Michele

[TrueFaith77]

That was a fun write-up. It begs the question: Should Lindsey OPEN with "Go Your Own Way"???

[Betsy]

Thanks Macman for posting the blog.

Kudos to the anonymous author, wherever you are. Very clever wording.

[AliP]

I wonder if people are still playing his guitar. They didn't at the Saratoga Winery. The guards had warned against it, but if Lindsey had assumed the position and crouched at the foot of the stage, I'm sure security would have allowed people to approach. Lindsey didn't initiate any guitar stroking that first night. Maybe it's resumed. Michele

In Seattle, he kind of went to the edge of the stage, however, there were two huge speakers on the ground right in front of him so nobody could have went up to play the guitar anyway. I think he saw that and didn't bother.

[justcrazylove]

and the solo was better for it... it was one of the best GYOW solos i've heard in a while! he hasn't let anyone play at any of the shows i've seen! really if he is going to rip a monster solo i would rather it be note perfect!

[MacMan]

September 15, 2008
Lindsey Buckingham Brings ‘Gift’ To Portland
Jason Cohen, Portland, Ore.
Billboard Magazine (http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/reviews/live_review_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1003850091)

“It’s our third show … this is in support of a new album that is actually not out yet,” Lindsey Buckingham half-apologized, having begun his set with two songs from the disc in question: “Gift of Screws,” due Sept. 16.

It’s a louder, sunnier affair than 2006’s intense, partly acoustic “Under the Skin,” with a more rock’n'roll vibe that suffused the entire show. Last time around, Buckingham’s 1984 hit “Go Insane” got the brooding, slowed-down solo treatment; tonight it was restored to its full sinister pop glory. By the time the stage was flash-bombed with blue lighting for a manic “Tusk,” Buckingham, Neale Heywood and Brett Tuggle had switched out their guitars almost as many times as Sonic Youth — and it was just the fifth song of the set.

The well-drilled band — with Tuggle also playing bass and keyboards, Wilfredo Reyes Jr. on percussion and a full complement of samplers, processors and sound effects — brought everything that Fleetwood Mac could except personality.

That’s what the frontman’s for. As dark and nervous as his music sometimes is (to say nothing of his all-black wardrobe), the 58 year-old Buckingham was unstudied and warm onstage — happy to be playing, genuinely grateful to fill even a small room (the three-tiered Newmark is an especially intimate 880 seats) and sheepish about his place in the business.

“The record company is loosely calling it a single,” he said before “Did You Miss Me,” which is indeed a breathlessly harmonic, super-catchy love song. “I say that because I don’t know what that means anymore. They didn’t make a video.” Other highlights from the new record included the title track, a pure roadhouse stomp, and “Time Precious Time,” a maximalist fingerpicking ballad any Iron and Wine or John Fahey fan could love. It was certainly one of the songs Buckingham had in mind when he refers to “Big Love” as “the template for many things I’ve been experimenting and trying since then.” The 1984 Fleetwood Mac single remains a tour de force of multi-part acoustic guitar wizardry and vocal fireworks.

Best of all was “I’m So Afraid,” a track from Fleetwood Mac’s 1975 self-titled album that has become Buckingham’s “Cortez the Killer”: an ominous, exquisitely slow-paced workout that built into a mind-bending and rapturous extended solo. It left Buckingham literally gasping for breath and the crowd ecstatic on its feet.

The perfectly rousing first encore of “Go Your Own Way” and “Second Hand News” seemed anticlimactic by comparison, and when Buckingham returned a second time, the audience was just as happy to hear “Don’t Look Down,” from 1992’s “Out of the Cradle” (”and to think you had to talk me into doing that one,” he said to Tuggle), plus two more songs from “Gift of Screws.” You know you’re still doing great work after 35 years when you can play the hits because you want to, not because you have to.

[hlforan]

Portland OR Sept 10 2008 Gift of Screws

I had the privilege to not only go to see Lindsey but go from my balcony seat to front row center! No one was even sitting in the second row??? So, I went Insane and relocated myself. It was magical! Thirty years of wanting to thank Lindsey (FM) for the music...I went up to him put my hand on his boot, and sort of patted his leg and just soaked it up. He stayed right there and played the entire song...yeah, I too was wondering if he was going to let anyone play his guitar...:blob1: I behaved myself and was mesmerized the whole song-the energy ahh...that was it, thats all I have wanted for years! To just say thank you for the music, it has healed me throughout my whole life-

At the end he was using a pick on one song and threw it right down in front of me on the stage. I asked a guy to give me a foot up after it was over and am now the proud owner of Lindseys pick....hahaha

It has a picture of a pick on it with a slash over it, no pick. Also NIN on the back? Nine inch nails? hm. He was as always, incredible.

One thing I have noticed on the many reviews all over the internet is a lot of people seem to criticize anything they don't understand, the guy at the concert who yelled something about sermons? Lindsey didn't "baffle" everyone in the audience, I get him. The way I see it is he is trying to explain just where his songs come from, he's an artist, right brained...english is his second language, music is his first...Maybe it is the rose colored contacts I wear at every concert, but I don't notice Anything but the positive- Makes for a much better time-We choose to see what we want- Haha, hope I don't sound like I am giving a sermon :) Just expressing myself...

It did seem to take the audience a little encouragement to let themselves go, not worry about what other people thought, and enjoy the way they wanted, - I just happened to be the "energizer Bunny" in the front, when I got home I had a nice bruise on my hand from clapping, cheering...:blob2:

I want to thank Celticgypsy and her hubby for the INCREDIBLE picture of Lindsey- beautiful, its my desktop background, and hey...that head in the middle at the bottom?...that's me~ Peace to the Planet Heather

[slowdancer]

"the 58 year-old Buckingham was unstudied and warm onstage — happy to be playing..."

That's the impression I had as well. It was a good night.

Thank you MacMan for posting the review.

[michelej1]

I went up to him put my hand on his boot, and sort of patted his leg and just soaked it up. He stayed right there and played the entire song...yeah,

What an amazing moment that must have been. Sounds like it was magical, especially since it was a culmination of long years of you having been a fan.

Michele

[LukeA]

Portland OR Sept 10 2008 Gift of Screws

I had the privilege to not only go to see Lindsey but go from my balcony seat to front row center! No one was even sitting in the second row??? So, I went Insane and relocated myself. It was magical!

I think your enthusiasm singlehandedly got the crowd to stand from ISA onward! :)

Glad you had a blast!

[hlforan]

[QUOTE=LukeA;774226]I think your enthusiasm singlehandedly got the crowd to stand from ISA onward! :)

Honored to be of service:] completely, and I didn't end up in jail- Peace

[CelticGypsy]

Portland OR Sept 10 2008 Gift of Screws

I had the privilege to not only go to see Lindsey but go from my balcony seat to front row center! No one was even sitting in the second row??? So, I went Insane and relocated myself. It was magical! Thirty years of wanting to thank Lindsey (FM) for the music...I went up to him put my hand on his boot, and sort of patted his leg and just soaked it up. He stayed right there and played the entire song...yeah, I too was wondering if he was going to let anyone play his guitar...:blob1: I behaved myself and was mesmerized the whole song-the energy ahh...that was it, thats all I have wanted for years! To just say thank you for the music, it has healed me throughout my whole life-

At the end he was using a pick on one song and threw it right down in front of me on the stage. I asked a guy to give me a foot up after it was over and am now the proud owner of Lindseys pick....hahaha

It has a picture of a pick on it with a slash over it, no pick. Also NIN on the back? Nine inch nails? hm. He was as always, incredible.

One thing I have noticed on the many reviews all over the internet is a lot of people seem to criticize anything they don't understand, the guy at the concert who yelled something about sermons? Lindsey didn't "baffle" everyone in the audience, I get him. The way I see it is he is trying to explain just where his songs come from, he's an artist, right brained...english is his second language, music is his first...Maybe it is the rose colored contacts I wear at every concert, but I don't notice Anything but the positive- Makes for a much better time-We choose to see what we want- Haha, hope I don't sound like I am giving a sermon :) Just expressing myself...

It did seem to take the audience a little encouragement to let themselves go, not worry about what other people thought, and enjoy the way they wanted, - I just happened to be the "energizer Bunny" in the front, when I got home I had a nice bruise on my hand from clapping, cheering...:blob2:

I want to thank Celticgypsy and her hubby for the INCREDIBLE picture of Lindsey- beautiful, its my desktop background, and hey...that head in the middle at the bottom?...that's me~ Peace to the Planet Heather


You're welcome, Heather! Only wish we could have taken more pics but an elderly usher woman told us to stop or our camera would be taken away:lol:
We were taught to obey our elders:wavey:

[hlforan]

seriously those pictures are beautiful I finally left my camera at home this time, not a great concert photographer! So I was thrilled that you helped to "memorialize" the moment~