Boston, October 10, 2014 TD Garden

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Cape Cod Times

Fleetwood Mac in Boston: a night of Classic Mac

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By JIM SULLIVAN October 11, 2014

BOSTON – Friday night's rock show at TD Garden began with the big thumping beat of Mick Fleetwood as he, bassist John McVie and their three band-mates slid into the dark, chant-like groove of “The Chain.”

Lindsey Buckingham, Stevie Nicks and Christine McVie harmonized at the song's close, “I can hear you saying you would never break the chain … Chain keep us together, running in the shadows.”

Nothing could have set the stage better for Fleetwood Mac's sold-out 2 1/2 hour concert. (They return Oct. 25; limited tickets are available.

The chain that bound the members of Fleetwood Mac together had been broken for 16 years. We're talking the soft-rocking, but progressive, Californian/English hit-making band of the mid-to-late 1970s, not the British blues-rock band of the same name Fleetwood and John McVie formed during the late '60s. In other words, Friday night was Classic Mac for most people.

Singer-songwriter-keyboardist Christine McVie flew the coop in 1998, and although the band soldiered on sporadically, it was unbalanced. She was a fifth of the ensemble (make no mistake, Fleetwood Mac is very much that) and a third of the singing-songwriting team. She was missed.

How happy was the Mac to have her back? There was plenty of on-stage gushing, but Fleetwood put it most simply during the band introductions at night's end: “Our songbird has returned!”

McVie was modest, saluting her “favorite musicians, friends and family” and giving thanks “for letting me come back to join you.” She also got the final song of the night, yes, the sad and graceful “Songbird,” where she played stately grand piano alongside Buckingham's acoustic guitar.

A bit of context: There were those of us so inundated on AM and FM radio with Fleetwood Mac hits circa 1975-1978 (songs from “Fleetwood Mac” and “Rumours” albums) we practically cried uncle. But time passes – more than three decades! - and Friday's set revealed the genius combination that they both were and remain.

Buckingham even hinted there was new music to come. Before playing the spikey, “I Know I'm Not Wrong,” he said, “with the return of Christine we are beginning a beautiful, new, profound chapter that will go on a long time and bear much fruit.”

(Fleetwood Mac released a four-song EP, ”Extended Play,” in 2013 that went mostly by the boards and they played nothing from it Friday.)

The discord – romantic and musical – that once tore the band apart is now long ago and far away. The songs Buckingham and Nicks once sang about their own turmoil – most notably “Go Your Own Way” – had a less insular, more universal, kick. That ripsnorter, the final song of the regular set and one of the best kiss-off songs ever, brought chills. It was marvelous to hear them all together, these very distinct individuals meshing for a melodic group sound that ranged from gentle (mainly McVie's tunes) to mystical (mainly Nicks') to bracing (mainly Buckingham's) with lots of overlap.

Nicks is arguably the “star” of the group, that witchy woman in black, swishing her scarves, singing in a husky, slightly nasal contralto, twirling about to “Rhiannon” and an extended “Gold Dust Woman.” But if she provides the ethereal, it's Buckingham who provides the bite, the sizzling, incisive leads and the most charismatic rock 'n' roll stage presence.

Two of his acoustic-centered songs, “Never Going Back Again” and “Big Love,” were both sweet and defiant. More than a few times he skipped fiercely across the stage while playing and ripped off a ferocious coda to “I'm So Afraid,” finally banging on the fret board and strings with both hands.

When Nicks sang “Yes, I'm getting older too” in “Landslide,” she smiled a bit ruefully. Yes, and she is a lot older (66) now than when she wrote it in 1975. But, really, the songs sounded fresh and the band members all looked good under the lights. Buckingham is still king of the skinny jeans.

Fleetwood Mac was augmented by three female backup singers (Lori Nicks, Sharon Celani and Stevvi Alexander), guitarist Neale Heywood and keyboardist Brett Tuggle. They played pretty much all the hits you'd want (“You Make Loving Fun,” “Dreams,” “Landslide,” “Don't Stop” etc.) and a few great deep cuts.

A midset highlight was “Tusk,” the title song of the artistic triumph/commercial bomb of a double-album from 1979. The song built layer by layer, Fleetwood and the finger-picking Buckingham leading the charge. Adding to the controlled chaos were sampled big-band horn riffs and the original 1979 video with the University of Southern California Trojan Marching Band playing on the huge backing screen.

John McVie, who is battling an unspecified cancer, was the old-school stoic rock bassist, and the lanky, pony-tailed Fleetwood spent most of the night (of course) behind his drum kit, a tribal master overseeing all and providing the pulse. He laid down a blistering drum solo during “World Turning” – yelling “Let it out! Give it up!” – and then, after three more songs, spoke the final words.

He saluted his 98-year-old mother, whose birthday it was, recalled her seeing Fleetwood Mac play at the old Boston Garden, tossed out a few more niceties and left us with this: “Most of all, be kind to one another.”




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The Boston Herald, October 11, 2014 by Jed Gottlieb

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‘Songbird’ Christine McVie completes Fleetwood Mac classic lineup at Garden


Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend tour as The Who and I’m fine with that. I’ll listen to and enjoy Pink Floyd without Roger Waters. The Queen + Adam Lambert collaboration doesn’t bug me, provided they never bill themselves as just “Queen.”

But for me, Fleetwood Mac is Lindsey Buckingham, Stevie Nicks, Mick Fleetwood, John McVie and Christine McVie. And the fact that this lineup came together eight years into the band’s history isn’t lost on me.

Last night at the TD Garden, after a 16-year absence, Christine McVie returned to Boston as a member of Fleetwood Mac.

“Welcome back, Chris,” Nicks shouted to cheers. “Where have you been?”

The Mac devoted a big chunk of the night to Christine’s return.

After opening with “The Chain” (the obvious, perfect choice), a clear-voiced Christine hit into “You Make Loving Fun.” Immediately, the crowd roared.

“Our Songbird,” as Mick called her, opens up the band’s set list.

The band did a pair of her tunes from “Tango in the Night” — an absurdly polished album. But the craft of “Everywhere” and “Little Lies” shine through any then-state-of-the-art-now-dated production.

Of course she delivered her early classics — “Say You Love Me,” “Over My Head,” “Don’t Stop” — and closed the night with a wonderfully tender reading of “Songbird.” Again: obvious, perfect.

But it must be noted that Nicks’ twirls got an ovation equal to Christine’s introduction. For so many Nicks Chicks, this is Stevie’s band.

While her voice strains or falls flat at moments, its husky warmth overcomes any little flubs. Her voice — on “Rhiannon,” “Landslide,” “Gold Dust Woman” — may be the band’s defining quality.

If not Nicks’ vocals, then Buckingham’s character personifies the band with his wild energy and bold affectations. Last night, he exploded across the entire stage.

In excellent shape — vocally, physically, psychically — Buckingham added dynamism to the set. With Mick, he led the charge through dark songs like “The Chain” and “Tusk.” He captivated a sold-out Garden alone on stage with his guitar for “Big Love.” There are certain times, like between 8:15 and 10:45 last night, I think he’s the greatest guitarist not named Jimi, Jimmy or Eddie.

But let’s not play favorites. Fleetwood Mac seems genuinely happy to be back together. Let’s be happy for them. It’s so easy when the music is this great.