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 #86

Monty Python

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

I was trying to make a delivery in one of my father's trucks, and made the mistake of tuning to the old KDKB in Phoenix - they played the Argument Clinic sketch between songs, which was just becoming available in the States, and I was laughing so hard, I had to pull over. We had been reading about the show for a few years, and eagerly waited for PBS to start showing 'em. My Mom had a brand-new color set with one of the first large screens, so 10 or so people were crammed into her family room to watch. One of the first images in the intro was the collage of nudes, and my Mom, who had no idea what to expect, looked at me somberly and asked, "Just what kind of show was this supposed to be?" HeHe! She came to love it, anyway!