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

They Were Collaborators #42


The Mothers of Invention

4 comments :

Rob said...

Damn, I miss Frank. There were a coupla times, with Tom Waits opening, that I was close to a kind of nirvana.

swac said...

I'm not a huge Zappa fan...but this album and Freak Out are masterpieces.

Having said that, I still feel the world needs a few more like him.

Brooklyn Blowhard said...

I really miss Frank's traditional Halloween concerts at The Palladium in NYC. Always a great time.

Tommy O'C said...

Watch out where the Huskies go
And don't you eat that yellow snow...