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

El Cine Del Oro #2

Rumba Caliente (Hot Rumba, Gilberto Martinez Solares, 1952)


swac said...

I just wanted to mention that after I posted this rather insane image, I felt compelled to head to the kitchen and make a big pot of spicy chili con carne. Yum!

Rob said...

Caramba! I'll bring the mescal, and we fight for the worm!


swac said...

I concede on that one, the worm is yours!...but this time I only put in half a can of chipotle peppers. So I can still taste things days after the fact. Sure, five-alarm chili has its place, but my mouth isn't too fond of the "scorched earth" effect.

Rob said...

Yeah, that last batch was mucho caliente going in AND out! Holy frijoles!

Rob in Dago