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

Great Philosophers of the 20th Century #12: Hank Snow


Tonight, sweetheart, as I kneel here alone beside you
And my tears stain the flowers on your grave,
In deep regret I think of the heart that I have wounded
Of the sorrow, and grief, and the life I could have saved.

2 comments :

Bill said...

One of the greats!

swac said...

No kidding...he helped modernize country for the masses with I'm Moving On (hey, the Stones covered it, Snow must have been doing something right) and he was the first major artist to promote Elvis Presley (even if Col. Tom stole the Pelvis right from under Snow's nose).

And today, a performer with those looks and that voice couldn't get near a mile of a recording studio. For shame, for shame...