Sure, Fleetwood Mac is going to be "unleashed" in a couple of months, but are they going to just "unleash" themselves, or be completely
exxxxxxtreme? Here's some suggestions for the band, in case any of them are listening.
- Install a camera on Mick's drumkit pointing directly at his face, and project the image on a 100-foot wide jumbo tron above the stage.
- Replace John's bass guitar with Craig Huxley's Blaster Beam.
- Have the USC Trojan marching band provide musical accompaniment to every song, only to be completely upstaged by Christine playing Songbird on accordion.
- Rig Lindsey's guitar to shoot flames during Landslide.
- For an extra $100, allow audience members the option of an emotion-manipulating headset, allowing them to more properly experience traumatizing feelings of love/hate.
- Have Peter Green magically appear mid-concert in a puff of smoke, and perform a 93-minute long version of Black Magic Woman while the entire audience bitches about having to hear a Santana song.
- Install giant teleprompters on the stage sides telling only the women to cheer during Stevie's songs, and only the men to cheer during Lindsey's.
- Instead of the bloated Say You Will orchestra, replace them with a hilarious troupe of midget percussionists.
- Replace tedious acoustic set with a searing 12-minute rendition of Thoughts On A Grey Day.
- Perform several songs from That Album and some songs by That Guy and Whats Her Face, just so, you know, people don't forget about them.
- Convince Stevie to wear clothes that make her look like a fabulous Grannie, but not too fabulous, and certainly not a Grannie trying to upstage Grandpa.
- Execute anyone found laughing during Not That Funny - This Is Serious.
- Bring Joe Walsh and Carol Ann Harris on stage to make up for any emotional tension that might have eroded over the past decade.
- Take everything that SortaSavageLike says with the utmost seriousness; he understands several important aspects of naval architecture, after all.