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Stevie Nicks and Pretenders a confluence of legend (Amway Center)

This double-decked legacy bill was definitely one of those bucket-list concerts. I finally saw Stevie Nicks with Fleetwood Mac in 2009 but not solo. And I’d never seen the Pretenders.

Both are in the great rock canon but under slightly different chapters. Nicks is definitive of popular music culture at large while Chrissie Hynde’s place is more rooted in the underground. What they share, though, is that they’ve not only laid legitimate claim to hallowed ground historically dominated by men but they’ve done it on their own terms. Neither can really be said to be in their prime, but time isn’t the enemy to them as it is to all us mere mortals. No, these grandes dames are legend.

Of course, none of that makes them fresh, exactly. In the Pretenders’ case, however, a new look beyond their classic catalog could change that. Hynde comes on the recent revival of the band with last year’s album Alone, which has the golden and very contemporary fingerprints of the Black Keys’ Dan Auerbach all over it. They played the hits, naturally, but they also dropped a bit of the new stuff, and it felt very now.

Although Hynde confessed to not hitting the high notes this night, her voice actually showed little signs of dust or rust. Its state and fitness were pretty astonishing, really. Besides, in person and presence, she’s still as ****ing cool as ever. The band, too, were good, even sporting an unexpected pedal steel. Even in the deep headlining shadow of Nicks, the Pretenders received a standing ovation.

Befitting both her place on the marquee and her stature, Stevie Nicks’ show was a duly grand production. Lushly instrumented, the set was a procession of pop songs – mostly solo material, some Fleetwood Mac – that embodied their respective eras, especially the ‘80s. In Tom Petty’s place, she brought Chrissie Hynde back out to sing on “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around.”

But on this tour, her set list went a little out of the way. Besides the hits, she took the license she’s surely earned to perform material both newer and unearthed, a move that mirrors her recent recordings. When I saw Nicks with Fleetwood Mac, it took a while for her voice to warm up and hit stride. This time, that solid-gold instrument was ready for action from the jump.

But even though the singer came to play, this event was equally about Stevie Nicks the figure. With ample storytelling time built in, the night was as much a personal flip through a real-life rock & roll memoir as it was a concert. No argument there. The old less-talk-more-rock maxim does not apply with such storied icons. In fact, the converse can be true when you’re being regaled by firsthand tales inhabited by giants like Tom Petty and Prince, punctuated by projections of historical photos and artifacts like wardrobe from classic albums.

Whether in song or story, Stevie Nicks’ presence is what carried the night. But beyond what radiated from the stage, the buzz surrounding it – between the sea of shawls and scarves and the fact that my ears were blown out not by the music but the screams of superfans – was proof that the cult of Stevie is alive. When she finally did one of her twirls, the roof seemed on the verge of peeling back. Yes, Stevie forever.



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