shookfoil

a long road for the traveling wilburys

For years, I hunted used cd stores trying to find The Traveling Wilburys. The last time I heard them was back around 1996 when my friend Billie had their tape in her car all the time. I was still in high school when their first album came out and no matter what kind of music you were into, everyone liked Roy Orbison. When I first met my husband he was always singing "The End of the Line," being a person who loves the road... and who loves all those musicians especially all things Bob Dylan.

Seems as if between copyright laws, record label foldings and other general music industry red tape, these albums were totally impossible to find for a decade. And today, while searching on iTunes for something, I was shocked to come across this long-awaited release of a Traveling Wilbury's compilation. I didn't hesitate to download the whole $20 extravaganza of video and song.

This was a real supergroup. They just don't make 'em like they used to--this is for all the road lovers out there, the circus people, the dreamers... we'll see each other... maybe down the road a ways, at the end of the line.

Etch a Day (or so)

may22
My heart rouses
thinking to bring you news
of something
that concerns you
and concerns many men. Look at
what passes for the new.
You will not find it there but in
despised poems.
It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
--William Carlos Williams, from Asphodel, that Greeny Flower

about

Amy McDonald Chapman pretends to write here from time to time. This is her virtual outpost, with occasional interjections from her writerly partner in crime Derek Chapman. Aesthetics, music, comedy, film, writing, kitsch, retro, fashion, ideas, architecture, bad art/good art.