Life’s coincidences always amaze me.  In the previous blog, I pontificated ad nauseam about rock bands, based on my meeting with a rock ‘n’ roller in Fargo, N.D.  As ’70s legendary band names spewed out of me like so much rhetoric from a Chicago politician, I mentioned one somewhat obscure rock band.

Wishbone Ash.

So?  Well — as any junky hooked on The Midnight Special concert show, back in the day, can tell you — the “trademark” guitar of Wishbone Ash was the distinctive Gibson Flying V. (Just wait …)

So here is the coincidence.  Today I walked through my local bookstore and I saw a book with an interesting title:  Killing Yourself To Live: 85% Of A True Story.  So, I read the content on the back cover of the book. The author, Chuck Klosterman is another one of these guys who weaves rock music in and out of his road trip.

The Esquire writer actually had a great premise — a death trip, traveling from site after site where rock musicians met their maker. (He questions his decision for skipping The Dakota — the site of John Lennon’s assassination — as well he and his editors should.)  This book is the paperback version of a work published in 2005 which was the follow-up to Klosterman’s Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs … which somehow, my reading club neglected … anyway …

I looked closer.  Yes Klosterman’s antics took him all the way to Fargo.  Then low and behold, I turned the book over again to see the front cover.

There in the cover photo is a Flying V guitar, stuck in the ground of what I assume is some Iowa or North Dakota cornfield.

Click here to see the book on Amazon.

So, no deep mystical Nostradamus sighting or anything like that … but I just thought the combination of Wishbone Ash, rock, Fargo and road trip ramblings was worth a quick note, if not a bit uncanny.

Know what I sayin?