On being a dork in public.
Cats: miscellanea|Last week I went to see Fleetwood Mac in concert.
I like their music, or at least some of it, so it was worthwhile to go…
Having gone, I have come to a conclusion. Become a rock star, and you can act like the biggest geek in the world onstage, and people will cheer for you.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I think the members of Fleetwood Mac are enormous nerds. (Unless you consider outstanding musical talent and skill, as well as songwriting prowess and successful careers that span multiple decades to be nerdly pursuits…) But…well…
Ok, so Lindsey Buckingham is a highly revered guitarist, and deservedly so. Anyone so accomplished is awe inspiring to watch. But he is even more entertaining, because he enjoys it SO MUCH. He dances around, he stomps across the stage, he… the display of antics after his incredible guitar solos is nearly as fun as the music he’s just made. Nearly. Makes for a great show.
And Mick Fleetwood? There’s a man having a good time with his drum set. He was the first face we saw onstage… the wild-eyed, crazed, energetic musician. This guy is no spring chicken, but he has more energy than I do. His nifty drum vest at the end of the show was just…fun. I gotta get me one o’ them vests. I want to plllllaaaaaay with one of those, slappin’ my chest (ok, that might be a little painful) and sides…
Stevie Nicks…she wasn’t bouncy or goofy or anything. She was, as she has apparently always been, dramatic and ethereal and mysterious and stuff, wafting about on stage in her swooshy shawls and things…
(I’d love to get my hands on clothes like hers. Why do you think I’m a belly dancer? I like to play dress-up.)
Still, think about it. If *I* were to behave like any of these people, at worst I’d get locked up, at best people would point and stare and laugh.
The only one who was behaving in a fairly sedate manner was John McVie. But that’s just because he must be the ‘cool’ one. Or something.
Anyway, my point is…it must be nice to be so famous that you can goof around at whim in front of thousands of people, and have them think you’re really cool doing it. I’d love to caper around wildly and have it be met with approval rather than confused expressions.
But YOU try doing that in a public place, not being a rock star, and see where it gets you, my friend.
