MAKE magazine’s spiritual fathers are plenty, and today we are going to talk about one – Wally Byam.
In the 1920s, along side Hawley Bowlus, Wally kinda open sourced plans for every man’s (and some women) wet dream – their very own Startship Enterprise, the American dream, the pioneers rocket ship – the Airstream Trailer.
Those of you lucky enough to have ventured inside one will have witnessed the semi-Swedish ergonomic design with neat attention to detail that makes em oh so special. With a little bit more luxury than the Marrakesh Express, Wally’s caravan club convoy rolled around the world and back again.
Wally Byam’s Creed
“In the heart of these words is an entire life’s dream. To those of you who find in the promise of these words your promise, I bequeath this creed… my dream belongs to you.”
“To place the great wide world at your doorstep for you who yearn to travel with all the comforts of home.
To provide a more satisfying, meaningful way of travel that offers complete travel independence, wherever and whenever you choose to go or stay.
To keep alive and make real an enduring promise of high adventure and faraway lands… of rediscovering old places and new interests.
To open a whole world of new experiences… a new dimension in enjoyment where travel adventure and good fellowship are your constant companions.
To encourage clubs and rallies that provide an endless source of friendships, travel fun and personal expressions.
To lead caravans wherever the four winds blow… over twinkling boulevards, across trackless deserts… to the traveled and untraveled corners of the earth.
To play some part in promoting international goodwill and understanding among the peoples of the world through person-to-person contact.
To refine and perfect our product by continuous travel-testing over the highways and byways of the world.
To strive endlessly to stir the venturesome spirit that moves you to follow a rainbow to its end… and thus make your travel dreams come true. ”
Yeh, he’s a bit of hippy before his time with high ideals and we love him for it. Neil Young may not have been playing his note for anyone, but today on 20jfg, Wally, this ones for you.
Once the horns kick in your gone, Ella’s on top scat form and check out that amazing playout. If anyone has got the 12″ extended version where the playout never ends (yeh, this only exists in our heads at the mo – but we know you readers are talented) please post to our email with haste!
Airstream may now be the reserve of the rich or home to pink flamingos, The Cramps, Iggy, early Richard Kern, Earl and Divine but for us Europeans they are a rare site that evokes aesthetic design for a bright tomorrow filled with Flash Gorden rocket ships, Lost in Space and countless other adventure comics in a futuristic chrome utopia.
For now though, we will avoid this utopia, for a perfect diversion into bad taste and trailer park trash rock n’ roll.
Every picture tells a story. After a marriage to Babe Buelle, and subsequent relationships in Europe lead singer of the Dead Boys, Stiv, failed to die of a heroin overdoes! After being knocked over by a taxi while intoxicated, and leaving the emergency room to go home and make out with his girlfriend, he left this mortal wasteland. And after death ? Well (way before the Keith Richards scandal) Stiv’s girlfriend, obviously, snorted his ashes.
Over my Head raids the pop sensibilities of The Jesus and Mary Chain‘s melody through feedback era, the guts of Pussy Galore and comes out smiling with the wry grin of Jay Reatard backed by No Age. Buttons all pressed – nuff said, it’s not big, it’s not clever, but sometimes this goo goo stuff makes us feel all skicky inside :) Head over to Flight’s myspace page for the equally worth getting all wet over Flowers and Crackerjack Women.