My strange and wild love for ‘Tusk’

I can’t explain it. Why I obsess over certain things at certain times. Sometimes it’s a whole movie. Often it’s a song. Right now it’s Tusk by Fleetwood Mac. I think I’ve managed to watch every version from the original video to the 1997 concert with UMC marching band, to the UMC marching band’s version - ok the first version was focused on cheerleaders who looked like my daughter’s age dancing in ways that made me cringe so I just listened- anyway I love the whole blasted and wild thing. The drum beats at the beginning to the wild trumpets and entire freaking marching band. And all that raucous yelling. Depends on if my family is home if I join in. With the raucous yelling. Ok sometimes I make sounds with my mouth like I am a trumpet. Don’t judge. Don’t you just wanna live your best life and be a little trumpet sometimes?

Mostly though, it is all the rhythmic pounding of the drums. 


I have a friend who plays drums. Actually she plays everything, like she could probably record herself playing all the marching band stuff and splice it together, like how people did during the pandemic to make a mashed up song of some sort, and it would be super cool. Note to self tell friend this idea, can’t wait to watch it. Anyway, every year in the summer - this friend is a music teacher at a school also- she participates in a music camp. One year she was teaching drums and was listening to different pieces to try and find a song to do with the kids at camp. Then a drum solo came on and she turned up the radio and I watched her in awe as she drummed the steering wheel. It was like if my listening to and appreciating drums equates to a five year old’s crayon drawing of an ice cream cone versus one of those sickeningly real paintings of someone licking an ice cream cone and you could just scream at the detail. (Heehee, scream, ice cream… Anyways.)


I really love watching the concerts that have Tusk in them, and not being a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, and with increasing age comes increasing laziness, I have no idea if this was a ‘every’ concert thing or just a special one where they could arrange to get a band to swing by. That’s my favorite part by the way, when the marching band comes down the aisles. I wonder, absently, if they ever play Tusk in concert without a marching band. Or if that would just be sad and weird. And then I wonder if the song had always envisioned a marching band, or if that was something that just happened organically. 


Mostly though, I just love the way I feel after the song finishes. Usually it takes listening to it back to back at least twice, but it’s this lazy sort of relief that comes over me.


I’m really not sure if I can even post this or if I will get an angry email, but part of me wants to talk to whoever is in charge of Fleetwood Mac now so here you go, until I get told to take it down please enjoy this wonderful video. I went with the original, because it’s a classic.        


 https://youtu.be/ATMR5ettHz8?si=UldySDSObPpedvc4                               



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