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 #241

Keith Moon and Vivian Stanshall plan a European tour.


The Bewilderbeast said...

Accordig to the biography "Ginger Geezer" thet went on to drive around Golders Green in their Nazi unifroms saluting.

What a jolly wheeze - poor taste obviously but rather amusing.

Both sadly gone long before their time.

Richard Gibson said...

I recall a story about how Moon's chauffeur would be dropped off at a street corner, Moon would drive around the block and then jump out of his Rolls? and proceed to act out a beating dressed as an officer of the Third Reich. Anyone else heard this or similar?

Tom Sutpen said...

Yeah, that was in a biography on Moon written a couple years back also (the author's name escapes me, but it was very good). He used to do that on numerous occasions, not always with Stanshall.

Genuinely crazy, but a genius nevertheless.