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Oh, boy, are readers of the English language in for a treat. The next published work of famous author Pam Van Al.. uh I mean Strange Magic is due to hit bookshelves soon--December 17 to be exact. Feast your eyes on the cover and for the first time anywhere, the full back cover blurb!



Thirty years ago, five music legends wrote and recorded an album in ten days. How? They used their superpowers from an alternate universe, of course.
In this blend of fact and fiction, learn how Lucky had become the world’s greatest songwriter and why Otis was the go-to music producer of the 1980s and 1990s. See Lefty redeem his gift just before his early, tragic death. Nelson and Charlie T. Jnr. kept the rest on track with their psychic powers.
These musical heroes bear a striking resemblance to The Traveling Wilburys: George Harrison, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, and Jeff Lynne in our universe, but they aren’t the same people. Or are they?


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FIVE LEGENDS, FIVE GUITARS, the ebook, is available on Amazon for pre-order at this link. Cost $3.99. Release date 12-17-18. Paperbacks will go on sale on the release date.

www.amazon.com/dp/B07L46MJX8?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420


I also got a fifth short story--"Let It Be"--accepted. This one will appear in the anthology Miracle, published by Clarendon House. You all may think I'm a hack because I belong to this forum. My writing isn't half bad. Back channel me about how you can get a free pdf of Five Legends, Five Guitars.

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Maybe I can get some of you interested if I post an excerpt. The Wilburys are in Lucky's garage, recording "Handle with Care."

   Charlie T. snorted. “Well, you got pigeonholed, didn’t you? Rolling Stone also hated ELO because they thought you were candy-ass Beatles imitators. Is your bass in tune?”
   Otis almost railed at the accusation of being a Beatles imitator, but thought better of it. It wasn’t Charlie T. leveling the charge, and it was passé by now.
   Otis ran the fingers of his right hand once across the strings of his electric bass. Small sparks emitted from his fingers. “It is now,” he said. He plugged into the direct box with the XLR cable.
   Nelson came to Otis’s defense. “Otis wasn’t a Beatles imitator. ELO carried on where The Beatles had left off. John even called them ‘sons of Beatles,’ which he meant as a huge compliment. Otis did things with ELO we never managed, and we had George Martin, who was classically trained, helping us. Otis was the sole songwriter and producer. Don’t you ever bring up that Beatles imitator shit again. Besides, everyone imitated us.”
   Nelson fingered a strand of Charlie T.’s long blond locks.
   Charlie T. smiled and moved his head away. “Whoa, man. It ain’t me. It’s Rolling Stone. They’re a bunch of elitist bastards with their heads up their ass anyway. You wait.” Charlie T. looked off into space, above Nelson’s head. “In thirty years, Rolling Stone’s going to act like ELO hung the moon.”
   Otis smiled at Charlie T.’s psychic prediction; he hardly believed it, however. “My dad always said, ‘Everything comes to him what waits.’”
   Everyone else plugged in as necessary. Bill already set up mics for the acoustics.
   Lucky watched Otis moving around the studio, preparing to produce and play on the recording at the same time. “You know, Otis, I worked with Mark Knopfler before as my producer on Shot of Love. He played guitar on a lot of the tracks, but he never sang or played more than one instrument.”
   Otis smiled at Lucky. “Well, I dunno. I like to really get inside the recording process. I’ve been playing multiple instruments, producing and singing on my own records since the late sixties. Don’t know any other way to do it now.” Otis glanced at Nelson for confirmation.
   Nelson smiled as well. “That’s how Otis adds his fairy dust. If he doesn’t play at least three instruments and sing backing vocals or a bridge, the tracks won’t sound nearly as good. Well, he doesn’t always sing when he produces, but it’s bloody unusual for him not to play a few instruments. I can’t do what Otis does. Haven’t you listened to Cloud Nine? You don’t think I made that record sound so good? It was mostly Otis.”
Otis dipped his head a little. “Thanks, mate.”
   Nelson rubbed his half-brother on the back. “It’s high bloody time you started getting some recognition for your musical and production abilities.”
   Otis laughed. “Well, all them gold records go a long way.”