On July 10, 2012, at approximately 6:15 in the morning, I dined in the breakfast room at the Ramada Inn south of Boston, MA. I associate sitting in a mid-level motel eating reconstituted eggs with the start of my Fleetwood Mac adventures in 2003. Driving from my then-home of Bangor, ME to Worcester, MA and to Bridgeport, CT for individual episodes on the Say You Will tour required overnight stays in public accommodation, which at the time I thought extravagant. For this, my second concert venture, I rerouted a drive from Bangor to the Portland, ME airport to include an overnight concert stopover in Worcester. Reading my notes from the time, I apparently concerned myself with my mental stability at such an act as going out of one’s way to attend a concert. Looking into the bathroom mirror in the Red Roof Inn of Southbourough, MA on May 27, 2003, I wrote, “Is this out of hand? My trip [the previous week] to Philadelphia hits the stability meter at whimsical and spontaneous. I’m a bit concerned that this one has crossed to the other side.” I was happy! That state of being was rather unrecognizable in me at the time. I had a card that read “Leap and the Net Will Appear” by my desk at home, and I tried to abide that advice when Ticketmaster churned out the 10th row seat to the show at the Worcester Centrum Center. My self of a year prior might cast a skeptical eye upon my pursuits, but my self sitting with the reconstituted eggs at the Boston Ramada over nine years later, recuperating from an overnight flight for a concert the coming evening, shan’t bat an eyelash.
I’ve traveled around the world, and while my Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks concert travels certainly haven’t exhausted the possibilities of world travel (I don’t think I will see, for example, Siberia or an Arctic outpost on tour) or even of U.S. travel, the journeys have been varied and storied, as have the people I’ve met and the places I’ve seen. Some of these stories are from the shows themselves: nuances dissected with great enthusiasm in the wonderful conversational company of the folks I’ve met along the way. Other stories speak to the trials and travails, whimsey, and occasionally outright outlandishness of a fan’s life on the road during tour time. These stories and reflections obviously happened in linear time, and I wrote many things in my journals as they happened (or directly afterward). My memory is not so linear (less so than ever before, in fact), so my recollections will very likely go back and forth in time. I have to expect that this will all make sense in the end.