By Scott Berkey

Yes, a live review. As I write this I am listening to my CD (Compact Disc for our younger readers. – Ed 2019) of the Wilburys for the 1st time. Hmmm, not bad. Not very original though. Opening the album with the first single to be released. This had better be good. We’ve got Dylan, George, Jeff Lynne, Tom P., and Roy “The Boy,” my sentimental favorite. I guess his death puts a damper on the tour. “Handle with Care” sounds like it could be a track off Harrison’s “Cloud Nine.” I think that’s a compliment. I got the headphones and the speakers going at the same time. Gives you better highs, and more depth. Hey, I’m having a good time and the second song’s just starting. Oh, no, it’s Dylan. Who taught this guy to sing? This is good. “Dirty World” is one of those subtle songs that the fundamentalist will never notice, but it’s got as much meat as the most blatant heavy metal lyrics. Ooh, I almost forgot an important part: the album cover. Not much there, Back to the music. Wait what’s this “Beware Pirated Compact Discs Damage Your Equipment. Buy Only Genuine Wilbury Records Compact Discs.” Not Bad.


Well, I’ve heard enough. Sounds good to me. They can’t screw it up from here. If you’ve heard any of these guys before you know what to expect and you get it. Hell, even if you don’t like it Roy’s dead so it’ll be a collector’s item. I give it a rhythmic nod of the head yes. One final note. What’s Jeff Lynne doing in a group with these guys? Tom too. And Roy he’s getting old, dead even. Dylan’s a burn out. And George just isn’t the same without J, P, and R. Something is amiss here. Oh, well, and I emphasize well, I guess it’s not over till the fat lady sings. Thank God they kept her out of the group.  Margarita!