Boondockers gather in Arizona. The silence of the past year has been deafening. “If it wasn’t COVID, we’d be out almost every night listening to music,” says Amy Collins. Or perhaps she and her husband, Tim Clark, would be playing music themselves. True, there are still a few venues where stages remain lit, heeding to state-mandated coronavirus pandemic guidelines with varying degrees of compliance. But rather than fight the pandemic — and, Collins and Clark freely admit, to escape the soul-crushing politics of the onrushing election — two months ago, the Rochester singer-songwriters packed their computers and guitars and motorcycles and two dogs and hit the road in their lumbering recreational vehicle. They plan to be on that road for six months or so, on an adventure they call “Collins and Clark Across America.” They’re regularly filing Facebook photos and posts about what they’ve encountered, along with updates on Clark’s failing attempts to keep alive the propane-fueled refrigerator. COVID-19 has changed the landscape for musicians. And the landscape Collins and Clark see from behind the windshield of their RV has changed as well. They motored their way south, through North Carolina and Louisiana, then headed west through Texas. Now they’ve paused in the desert outside of Yuma, Arizona, where they’re sharing a phone. Clark is describing the miracle of the Bureau of Land Management when Collins interrupts. “I’m gonna let Tim finish his story in a moment.” “Bah, don’t count on it,” he grumps. She goes on about the […]