Tusk

I was going to call this “Bread & Circuses”, but apparently I used that song title back in June. So, now what?

“Baby Elephant Walk”? The White Stripes have a disk called Elephant, but not song title by that name. So I guess I’ll just go with the obvious. Well, obvious to me.

The other day, the circus came to town. To get the pachyderms from the train to the arena, well, they have to walk them up E. 9th St. No other way to really do it. I actually was late to a conference call to go down and see them. The street was already lined with folks just waiting for the free show. Some guy even asked me, “Is there going to be a parade for something?”. When I told him the real reason, he just shrugged and walked away.


I’ve never been to the circus. It was nothing that ever intrigued me. Clowns. Freaks. Sideshows. Guys in tights. One can get that at any gay bar.

…and there was not a PETA protester in sight – which I thought might happen.  ….at the elephant escort, not at the gay bar.

But as I go back to Tusk, I have a weird story to relay that I’ve been carrying around for about 30 years that I’m not sure I ever told anyone, as they probably would just think (more) weirdly of me.

You know me and my dreams (though I haven’t written about one in quite a while). One night back in 1978, I dreamed I was in this huge group photo, sitting on some loading dock that had dozens of people in it, including the members of Fleetwood Mac. The next morning I woke up and WMMS (home of the Buzzard!) made a concert announcement that the band would be headlining the World Series of Rock.

Flash forward another year or so, when Tusk was actually released. Two disks, that had intricate packaging with each record getting two separate sleeves, or basically eight areas of artwork. Some were straight on band pictures, but two were collages of pictures, doodles, and elephants. But one of those small pictures in the collage was one of dozens of people on a loading dock – the exact one I had in my dream 16 months or so earlier.

It kind of freaked me out, but I was 16.

I’d show you the actual image, but nowhere in Goooooooogle can I find it.  I thought geeks scanned and posted everything.

Song by: Fleetwood Mac

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