We’d only been walking ten minutes or so, and around every bend I expected the car to appear. And the sooner we both came to terms with that, the easier things would be.Īfter a few minutes I got up and followed him. He disappeared down the trail, and I sat on a log. “Bex… are you going to break up with me?”
“Why do I feel like you don’t enjoy hanging out with me anymore?” “Y’know, I’m just trying to make some fun memories.” “Whoa! Did you hear that? Creepy!”ĭanny sighed and stopped. “That tree’s kinda weird, right?”Īfter a few minutes, an owl hooted. “Hey, look at that.” He pointed his light at a nearby trunk. It’s still kinda spooky, though, huh?” he said. “So where are the weird ones? These are all perfect.” The autumn air felt good and the moon was rising through the straight, neatly spaced trees. “You sure you’re not scared?” Danny whispered, flicking on his flashlight. A wooden sign ahead said “Wyver Wood” in hand-carved letters, and we parked and climbed out. We turned onto a side road, which narrowed into a trail. She hadn’t aged a day, but she’d gone completely insane.” I heard that a little girl wandered in, went missing, and turned up fifty years later. I rolled my eyes, and Danny tried harder. “Supposedly the trees grow at strange angles.
“What’s so haunted about it, anyway?” I asked, humoring him. The “moonlit walk in a haunted forest” thing felt like just another desperate bid to keep me interested. Maybe he’d picked up on my feelings, because lately he’d been taking me on these very elaborate dates. Danny had recently started using the F word- “forever” -just as I’d started thinking of ending things. “Sure you’re up for this, Bex?” he grinned. Outside, the sun was setting over rust-colored fields. It’s just a trade-off you have to be willing to make in order to do things on your own terms.Danny’s fingers slipped into mine as we drove up the bumpy dirt road.
In the dirt twisted insane mac#
“I’ve always done what I’ve wanted to do, basically,” Buckingham added, “and I think the realization I had to come to was being willing to lose some of the huge audience Fleetwood Mac have in order to pursue that. “Within Fleetwood Mac, politics have essentially dictated that we haven’t made any new music in a while, but as a solo artist, I don’t have to push back against that. “Fleetwood Mac is this big machine, and my solo endeavors are this smaller machine,” Buckingham said. Those lessons have carried him forward since returning to solo work. What happens is that you begin to understand that, and accept it as a gift.” There was a synergy there, where the whole became more than the sum of its parts. But yet that was the very thing that made us so effective. “When you find yourself in that kind of position,” Buckingham added, “you’re poised to make a choice: You’re either going to follow through with the expectations that are now being imposed on you from the external world, or you try to undermine that and try to remember who you are as a musician, as an artist, and a writer – and why you got into this in the first first place.”īuckingham says that after leaving Fleetwood Mac, he realized that “we were the kind of group who didn’t – on paper – belong in the same group together. Rumours was such a huge success commercially that it became more about the subtext, our personal lives, rather than the music. “I think searching for change is engrained in me,” he said, “but … I think the idea of taking chances, trying to seek things outside your comfort zone, and the aspiration to keep being an artist, came from the time of Rumours and Tusk.
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