… and wouldn’t you love to love her? (lyrics to Rhiannon)
We all know the start of that song, don’t we? The other night I took a trip to the past and saw Fleetwood Mac at the Boston Garden. The past few years I have seen a lot of acts come through Boston, many emblematic of my generation. (Or maybe like on the edge of my generation.)
It’s a little bit like eating mac and cheese or meatloaf – seeing a seventies band kind of gives you a warm and fuzzy comfort place to escape to for an evening.
You never know what an old act will bring to the stage, but in this case, I was very impressed that the band still rocked it out instrumentally, their voices still strong and amazingly on pitch. My only moment of disappointment was that Stevie Nicks did not sing “Edge of Seventeen“, because I really wanted to channel my inner Joan Cusack a la School of Rock.
I went to sleep feeling that 70’s toasty vibe, and awoke the next morning dragging. What happened to those days when you could bound out of bed after a festive night at a concert? Ah yes, welcome to 2009.












I am yearning for Edge of Seventeen also. I’d rather have it than Stand Back, but then I’d prefer both instead of one. Glad you enjoyed the concert. I have to wait until May to see them!