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

Link Wray: 1929-2005

He took the guitar and turned it into a tool of the devil. His instrumental Rumble was banned by radio stations for sounding "too menacing". He had a steely gaze and a mastery of twang. A giant among guitarists, Link Wray is dead. Please rise for a moment of feedback.

“If I could go back in time and see any band, it would be Link Wray and the Raymen.” - Neil Young


Richard Gibson said...

Very sad.

I was just listening to Jack Nitzsche's version of 'Rumble' yesterday.

Jeff Duncanson said...

"Link Wray invented Heavy Metal, but nobody knows it."

Bob Dylan