Houston Post, August 19, 1980

By Bob Claypool

Fleetwood Mac--Rock group appeared in concert Monday night in The Summit.

Well, this was something of a surprise--a Fleetwood Mac concert that made me feel good, entertained, even (most difficult of all) satisfied.

In the past, Mac has seldom failed to disappoint me--at least since Bob Welch left, that is. The Buckingham-Nicks version of Fleetwood Mac has made some stunning records, and yet produced some odd, slightly disjointed concerts. And there's the main rub for me--simply the inability of the band to reproduce that same kind of tight, slick music onstage. Something's always awry--onstage, the music jangles where it simply oozed on vinyl, and Stevie Nicks' vocals always seem to be a bit more rough, raw and strained on tour.

Well, this time around, things were different. From the opening burst of "Monday Morning," the band proved they could stay tight, tough and together through a very long haul. In the next 90 minutes (and they were still playing when I left), they ranged through a well-chosen cross-section of material from their past three albums, and even went back deep into the past for a version of Peter Green's "Oh Well."

But, along with the fact that the material was well-chosen and the set well-paced, there were other goodies this time around. Stevie, for example, seemed in much better voice--good enough, in fact, to really push herself, take a few more chances (such as her explosive chanting of "Is this what you want from me?" at the end of "Rhiannon"). And, another plus, Lindsey Buckingham was much tougher, far more rocking and in-control than I would have expected, considering the hysteria of several of his contributions on "Tusk." Mick Fleetwood stayed safely in the background (no long, up-front, say-nothing drum solos as in days of old).

On the down side, though, some of Stevie's theatrics are still too childish and melodramatic for belief (especially her witch-dancing and Twirling of the Veils on "Rhiannon"--do some people really find that sexy?), and, these days, for some reason, Christine McVie is receding way too far into the background.

Otherwise, though, the full-house crowd was treated to solid run-throughs of "The Chain," "Dreams," "Over and Over," "What Makes You Think You're the One?" "Not That Funny," "Think About Me," "Tusk," "Never Going Back Again," among others, including what were quite possibly the best versions of "Landslide" and "Sara" that Stevie has sung live anywhere!

The show was opened in fine style, too, by a whole different kind of rocker--Rocky Burnette, who is more than qualified to carry his title as "The Son of Rock and Roll." ... Like his elders, Burnette stays close to the true fine roots of rockabilly, and his versions of "Tired of Toein' the Line," "Baby Tonight" and "Honey Hush" were worthy of the masters. It was the best opening act I've seen in months, and the shortest 40 minutes of music I've heard all year!


[Note: Mick Fleetwood did indeed solo on "World Turning," as he did throughout the entire tour.]

Thanks to David for posting this to the Ledge and to Anusha for formatting and sending it to us.