Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk is a great album for a gray, snowy day. Maybe it’s just me. I remember loading this into the SONY Walkman when I was fourteen and walking for hours during winter break, hands in pockets and head down, washed in Lindsey Buckingham’s understated guitar and Fleetwood/McVie’s all but invisible heartbeat rhythm. (Fourteen year-olds that groove in this way are probably destined for rocky love lives.)
Rumours is the perfect pop album (alongside Michael Jackson’s Off the Wall), but Tusk continues to surprise me, and I still get new vibes from the collection.