October 9, 2015

To put it simply, Fleetwood Mac’s “Tusk” is not just one of my top five greatest albums of all time (I guess I should share that with y’all in a future post!) but one of my favorite Fleetwood Mac tunes as well. Recognizing the fact that everyone has a dark side, I guess this is one that touches that part of me, recalling prior affairs and that potent mix of lust and paranoia that everyone who has ever really lived has experienced when they were younger and full of piss and vinegar. The lyrics are simple but extremely pointed:

Why don’t you ask him if he’s going to stay?
Why don’t you ask him if he’s going away?
Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?
Why don’t you tell me who’s on the phone?

Why don’t you ask him what’s going on?
Why don’t you ask him who’s the latest on his throne?
Don’t say that you love me!
Just tell me that you want me!


The song itself (like so many Lindsay Buckingham songs of that era) have to do with the complex relationship he had with Stevie Nicks, a relationship that was dying out when they were both brought into Fleetwood Mac back in 1975, and the emotions that were re-kindled when he discovered that Nicks and Mac drummer Mick Fleetwood were having, shall we say, a liaison at the time:

It has been well-documented that Mick believes the word “Tusk” is analogous to the male sexual organ. That imagery is indeed consistent with the overall theme of the song and makes an appropriate title (it especially goes along with the “Real savage-like” cry mid-song). But if “Tusk” was indeed symbolic of a penis, than why make it necessary to cry it, and, for that matter, keep repeating it?

Tusk goes beyond a restatement of the male genitalia. Lindsey, unable to straightforwardly expose Stevie and Mick for what they are, accuses them ambiguously with one word instead, a word symbolic of the lust and desire and deceptiveness of their affair. He has found a way of saying, “I know what you two are doing, I know where Mick goes at night, I know who’s on the phone, I know who’s on his throne!!!!!!”

Beyond even that complex meaning of Tusk, though, is another part of Lindsey the word represents: his integrity. His heart was ripped from him when Stevie left. By having an affair with someone so close, so near, he feels he is being mocked, embarrassed. You left me, now you gloat by having an affair right under my nose.

Here’s a great alternative version that emphasizes the awesome rhythm section that underlies the officially-released version. I suppose the group dynamics that made Fleetwood Mac such a potent force in the mid-to-late seventies and eighties are what makes this particular song so powerful and so unique.

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October 8, 2015

Well it wasn’t my idea but this week got totally crazy at work with calls at all hours of the night and dragging my nearly 60-year old body through workouts at the gym, blogging just didn’t make it, baby. So here a few things I plan on blogging about in the days ahead…

I’m hopeful about the Red Sox for 2016. If they do the five things I think they need to do I think they’ll be OK. What are they? You’ll just have to find out.

For a while there I was questioning being on the Donald Trump bandwagon, but his appearance today in Las Vegas put me squarely back on it. The excitement of this woman from Colombia is palpable and says exactly how The Donald differs from all the other traditional candidates out there. Can you imagine someone being like that for “low energy” Jeb Bush? Of course, you’ll never see this publicized because it doesn’t fit the mainstream media narrative that Trump hates all Hispanics. Notice how she’s waving an American flag??

What the Obama administration is doing (actually, not doing) in the face of Russian aggression is going to really hurt in the coming years. When Putin moves next in the Baltic states there’s gonna be hell to pay in a way that Fred Thompson couldn’t say better.

Boy, things have sure changed since the last time Tracey and I went cruising. It’s all pretty friggin’ sad, if you ask me. I remember one time Tracey and I rented a Jeep and went driving all over Cozumel island, just getting back within minutes of our ship sailing. Saw the most beautiful tropical storm brewing offshore. Knowing the way Mexico is these days there’s no way you’d ever get me to do that again!

The announcement by California congressman and John Boehner right-hand dude Kevin McCarthy shows just how deep the divisions are in the Republican Party. For once I’m in agreement with Mike Huckabee: it’s time to burn the GOP establishment down to the ground and start anew with a party that stands for something. I love my congressman Matt Salmon – one of the true good guys – but despise the mealy-mouthed, spineless weasels Arizona has in senators John McCain and Jeff Flake. I will be doing everything I can to make sure neither of them are re-elected to the Senate.

The President’s Cup has turned out once again to be a total snooze. Can we just put a stake in it and call it a good idea that didn’t turn out so good?

You know, I could almost believe this headline. That witch will do or say anything to become President.

Earlier this year it was George Harrison, this fall it’s Fleetwood Mac. There’s something about the fall season that gets me immersed in a favorite artist that just won’t let go. I guess I’m going to have to build a Fleetwood Mac collection now…

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October 2, 2015

A few thoughts about the shootings in Oregon before I slide into a weekend of “weekend warrioring” involving the back and side lawns…

…because no matter what the subject matter is, it’s always about him. Erick Erickson at Red State is absolutely right in calling Barack Obama a jackass of the highest magnitude.

Tragedies like what happened in Oregon yesterday makes us as a nation die just a little bit spiritually, doesn’t it? But the sad fact is we’ve cheapened life to the level of convenience. How many lives were terminated at Planned Parenthood sites yesterday? More than a dozen, I’d bet. It’s funny how liberals want to take away people’s guns but will defend to the death (no pun intended) resisting any kind of limitation on when and how women can terminate pregnancies. Life is life, death is death, no matter which way you slice it.

Illinois is a bastion of liberalism with some of the toughest gun laws in the nation; so how’s that working out in Chicago, where more people have been killed over the past two weekends than were killed in yesterday’s massacre?

You can’t rationalize the actions of someone who is either mentally imbalanced or irrationally bent on making a name for themselves.

You know what I would have liked President Jackass to mention yesterday? The importance of being aware of those around you and who you interact with on social media, and report any kind of activity that raises your suspicions to the authorities. Just as with just about any other mass murderer’s actions in the past, this guy will have been shown to have left plenty of clues and a trail of suspicious behavior behind.

Isn’t it ironic and tragic that in this technologically-advanced age we live in where there are seemingly endless ways to connect with people that there are those who feel so alone and isolated they lash out in incredibly violent ways?

It’s easy to say there are no easy answers here, but here’s one that I thought of last night while working out at the gym: there must be a lot of veterans of all ages out there with exquisite training in firearms and intervention techniques in need of work, both part-time and full-time. Why not hire them as security guards at schools and colleges, where this kind of thing seems most rampant? After all, these kinds of institutions seem to attract unbalanced individuals who, while crazy, also know these places are oftentimes gun-free zones. Hire a vet, decrease the odds that your school will be next. Seems like a win-win to me.

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October 1, 2015

…if the Accuweather website is to be believed. October is truly the most amazing month of the year here in the Valley of the Sun. You start off with 100-degree temperatures with nights in the 70s; by the end of the month your daily highs have dropped into the high 70s and you can even see a few 40s for night-time lows. It’s called “Arizona winter” and it is something that, once you experience as a proud New Englander, you never want to spend winters back in the northern climes ever again.

It’s a big week for the lawn. The dichondra seed I’ve planted has taken hold in most areas, but I need the company that arranged our watering system out back and along the east lawn to come out and make some adjustments. On Friday, Carmelo is going to cut the grassy areas of the back lawn down to the nubs, upon which I will be spreading topsoil, peat moss, and more dichondra to make the infiltration complete. I have enjoyed monkeying around with the back lawn, because seeing all that dichondra glistening in its emerald green splendor makes you think the Tiki bar area is afloat on a sea of green.

…of course, if we were ever to sell the house and the new owners didn’t like dichondra, well, good luck to them trying to eradicate it!

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