Let me start by thanking Ace for handing me the keys to this incredible site we’ve put our blood, sweat and tears into building. If it wasn’t for the illustrious Mr. Cowboy, I’d probably still be dreaming about being a writer instead of actually doing it. Of course he used to beat me over the head with his old Phish XL-IIs whenever I’d miss a deadline, so I won’t miss that part so much.

Over the next few months we’ll be debuting new writers, columns and innovative ways to bring you content. The changes will take place slowly but surely, so stay tuned.

Now that we’re past the formalities, here’s a batch of links to start the week:

Finally, we were both amused and freaked out to learn that Traveling Wilburys erotic fan fiction exists. You need to read some of this shit to believe it. Read on for an excerpt…

Jeff [Lynne] shrugged and sat back on the stool. “Well, whatever you want, then. It’s your album,” he said, adjusting his dark glasses. “What’ye gonna sing about?”

“I dunno. Animals. Great sex.” He looked around the studio. “LA,” he said, a soft smile crossing his lips. “Let’s do one about LA.” Jeff shared his grin, standing up to peer over the music stand at what key Tom [Petty] was playing in.

I wanna glide down over Mulholland

It was like magic. Jeff’s steady guitar twined into Tom’s keys, his slick voice contrasting perfectly with Tom’s rough, deliciously unkempt singing. It was meant to be.

And at once the guitar was hanging loosely from Jeff’s neck, all but forgotten, as Tom’s left hand played a dissonant chord in effort to keep his balance. Long brown curls surrounded Tom’s fingers as he leaned over the music stand, and there was the sweetest tickle-scratching of a beard against his chin and nose, the gentlest brushing of lip against lip.