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

Artists in Action #47

Otis Redding schools the heart.


swac said...

Hearing Otis Redding for the first time is one of those memories that's permanently tattooed on my brain...I took that Live at Monterey Pop LP out of the library that had Hendrix on one side and Otis on the other...I was probably 12 or so...I had no idea what was going to happen when I flipped that sucker over to hear the Otis side...but holy crap.

Tom Sutpen said...

Same story, here; only difference being the age (I was 14) and the LP (Otis Redding Live in Europe). Breathtaking. Gets into your bloodstream and never leaves.