Fleetwood Mac, thanks for last night’s extraordinary concert. I can’t get anything done for the reminiscing. During my clinging-to-the-experience Internet surfing, I stumbled upon a couple of mean-old-nasty reviews from our two metropolitan newspapers. I’m embarrassed and sorry. I don’t know what concert those grouchy reporters attended. They don’t speak for the gushing Twin Cities fans who left the Xcel Center All my husband and I can say is “WOW! WE LOVE YOU!”
You still have “it” — and more.
Mick Fleetwood: How do you maintain your energy and stamina? You’re the only tall, gray-haired, bearded man who can pull off the knickers/red shoes combo. Your drumming evokes a collective awe that synchronizes with the thumping of our hearts. You lift the emotions of your audience like the wind blowing a leaf through a quiet forest into a roaring stampede, then under a soothing waterfall through a tunnel of silence into a raging thunder-storm–even non-menopausal people. Only a master percussionist can do that. I’d bet against any 20-year-old who dares to arm wrestle you.
John McVie: I want to eat what you eat for breakfast. I envy your humility and soothing persona. You’re the wind beneath your band’s wings; hidden, yet so powerful — the Big Mac in Fleetwood Mac. You command no limelight, but steer the group with your vision and your brilliant bass. Thanks for just being you.
Lindsey Buckingham: Holy cow! You blew us away. Who plays guitar like you — using fingernail tops with Tasmanian Devil drive? With so much passion firing out of you, it’s no wonder you’re still so fit. We felt exhausted, but inspired, just watching you.
Stevie Nicks: You’re the secret ingredient to Fleetwood Mac’s there’s-no-other-band-like-this-in-the-world sound. Lucky for Fleetwood Mac, and the world, Lindsey Buckingham showed up at his guitarist audition with a vocally gifted girlfriend and a both-or-none stipulation. At last night’s concert, a male groupie yelled, “You’re still hot!” So sweet — and so true.
Christine McVie: We missed you, but we thank you for the many years of joy you’ve given.
My husband and I reminisced about dancing to “Dreams” and “Landslide“. Thirty-seven years ago, a lighted floor illuminated colorful designs under our feet and a mirrored disco ball glistened overhead–but we barely noticed. If the nightclub was still there, we’d go give it another spin.
This year I’ll be eligible for the senior citizen discount at certain eating establishments. My husband, eligible for a year now, refuses to ask for this perk, but on my birthday I’m driving to a drive-thru window with “Tusk” cranked on my woofers and tweeters (if I have those). I plan to take the discount and relish the moment.
John, Mick, Stevie, and Lindsey, thanks for giving such hope to us aged. We can’t wait to attend your concert in 2023!