The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

A Strange Musical Moment

Last night I was catching up on some television programs I'd taped but hadn't yet watched; one of which was a three-hour interview with Tom Wolfe on Book-TV's monthly "In Depth" program. During the course of the discussion, Brian Lamb . . . who likes to ask odd questions designed to throw his subject off their guard . . . asked the author what kind of music he listens to. Wolfe stated that he was a fan of Country music (nothing wrong with that; so'm I), but then he proceeded to sing . . . sing!! . . . a verse from the old Country standard, "Wreck on the Highway".

I tell you . . . you have not lived until you've heard Tom Wolfe sing "Wreck on the Highway".

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