The below review of Rod Stewart's One Last Time concert July 26 in Mansfield, Massachusetts captures well my own reaction to his July 8 concert in North Carolina. The hope had been that since he'd said it will be his last go-round with rocknroll, that it would
contain some halfway serious rocknroll. But no, it was the same lightweight, Vegas-style Rod doing his usual post-Faces ain't-I-sexy larking about. In NC even when he performed as the encore Stay With Me, one of the greatest rockers of the era, he romped around stage wearing a straw cowboy hat, I guess his idea being, the South is "country," so, Stay With Me as hoedown?
I've pretty much concluded he doesn't dare attempt to perform his Faces era material in its original style because he knows he can't do it anymore. And that's also why he endlessly dodges Ronnie and Kenney.
Here's most of the review. At least in Mass. they did get Ooh-La-La and Mandolin Wind.
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Rod Stewart Hams It Up Shamelessly In Mansfield [Massachusetts]
by Janet Trew
Published July 28, 2025
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The entire Rod Stewart experience at the Xfinity Center on Saturday could be summed up in one word: garish.
From the stair-step risers that formed the entire back line to the glossy floor, the stage was brightly illuminated and white, resembling an antiseptic disco wonderland that was reused from Solid Gold: garish. The six support vocalists resembled a phalanx of Sabrina Carpenters due to their short skirts with leopard prints and their long blonde hair that was accentuated with volume (save for one lone brunette).
The set list was garish, treating the slick, trend-hopping 80s music as being indistinguishable from the free-spirited, acoustic-based rock and roll that made him a household name in the first half of the 1970s.
Things weren’t always like this. In the past, Stewart was able to bring some truth to even a song as loud and direct as the Faces’ “Stay With Me,” evoking conflicting feelings and basic desire from a rather simple morning-after request. However, the singer’s days as an overly sensitive gutter-poet throat-shredder are long gone, as he was replaced by a performer whose main motivation and message was showbiz, with all the glamour and hollowness that goes along with it.
It was evident in the innumerable small flourishes that Stewart felt compelled to incorporate into his performance. There should be pain in the song “The First Cut Is The Deepest,” but not in Stewart’s performance. Even while he sang, he indicated that he was not at all thinking on the song that was coming out of his mouth by making funny little arm wiggles, dancing a little twist, softshoeing, and making a hand gesture that said, “Are you drinking?”
Stewart’s main issue throughout the evening (and over the previous few decades) was that he arrived and just blasted off the notes without any subtlety, always winking to the crowd to convey that he didn’t mean any of it. His voice remained surprisingly intact, both in tone and range, for an 80-year-old singer who never seemed to take special care of his instrument. He could have followed Tony Bennett’s example of embracing the flaws that come with aging in order to reach new levels of vulnerability.
Rather than trying to sell any sort of tale or emotion in his stuff, he hammed it up shamelessly. Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?’s ingratiating disco sleaze, in which his backups tossed soccer balls into the crowd, is one thing; Tonight’s The Night (Gonna Be Alright), which was supposedly delicate, is quite another, where Stewart drew the line. Don’t use a silly look and a full-body shimmy to deny your man’s desire.
The result was that Stewart sometimes sounded like the lead singer of the biggest wedding band in the world, from the smoothed-out Motown of It Takes Two to the supper-club sweet nothings of Have I Told You Lately. With a nod to Christine McVie’s soulful rendition of I’d Rather Go Blind in the Sam Cooke style and Ozzy Osbourne’s Forever Young, the newly-minted octogenarian paid homage to friends and coworkers he had recently lost. That one was presented as a tribute to Tina Turner.
...However, Stewart the artist managed to separate himself from Stewart the performer for a single song. He sang Mandolin Wind without ceremony, bobbing his head when he wasn’t closing his eyes and listening, and he kept one hand in the pocket of his silver lam jacket. Being present with his stuff was all he did, and it was blatantly beautiful. In that instant, instead of seeing and hearing the Rod Stewart who was a legend, one could see and hear the Rod Stewart who became a legend.
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I'm down in Virginia
with your Cousin Lou
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2025-07-29 19:19 by TheBluesHadaBaby.