Musing on mortality...

Something to be pissed about, zombie houses, today's question, and Webb Chiles is making progress...

I was watching "Roy Orbison: Black & White Night" the other night (really great concert film) and it got me thinking...

Roy Orbison did the concert in 1987 as sort of a victory lap of his re-found popularity. He'd always been Hip (with a capital "H") but he had, to a great extent, lost his audience and all of a sudden a whole new generation picked up on Roy and his work...

In '87 he'd already outlived most of his Sun Records contemporaries (Elvis was a year older) but at 51 he seemed to have his second wind, was part of the Traveling Wilburys, kicking some serious ass on tour, had a lot of new material to record, and looked unstoppable.

Sadly, not soon after, he had a heart attack while flying model airplanes with his son... he was 52.

I mention this because a lot of folks with their ten-year plans to go cruising never quite get it together in time... Things happen.

Listening to Roy

So it goes...