Set against the raw majesty of Colorado's Red Rocks amphitheatre, this 1987, post-Fleetwood Mac concert by Stevie Nicks is pure rock & roll cabaret. Backed by the lapidary if impersonal arrangements of her sizable band, including ubiquitous session man Waddy Wachtel (Jackson Browne, Keith Richards) on guitar, Rick Marotta on drums, and mood-setter Jai Winding at keyboards, Nicks's dusky, chanteuse vocals bear down hard on this program's nine selections. Hard, but not always interestingly. Sorely missing is the rare alchemy of a real band like Mac, in which Nicks's irresistible status as grandiloquent white witch and heel- stomping rocker enlivens, and is enlivened by, the reciprocal quirks of fellow members. In this star-focused setting, Nicks doesn't get to dance freely on the ledges of Lindsey Buckingham's maniacal palaces. Her responsibility is to anchor a more predictable enterprise, and while that certainly doesn't dull Nicks's commitment, it obscures her artistry and makes her show look like a self-tribute at a supper club. Highlights include a driving cover of pal Tom Petty's "I Need to Know," a bluesy "Talk to Me," and a touching "Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You." A still photograph of Nicks and Mick Fleetwood (who adds percussion at a couple of points) that kind of dissolves in and out during "Beauty and the Beast" is embarrassing, but makes it perfectly clear what that particular tune is about. Peter Frampton shows up for an encore of "Edge of Seventeen," as do a bunch of white-winged doves someone releases from the audience, one of which finds refuge in Nicks's palm and decides to stay awhile. Ahh, rock's very own Snow White. --Tom Keogh