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

Broadcasters #11
When Legends Gather #194


WNBC-AM's All Stars (circa 1983):
Soupy Sales, Don Imus, Howard Stern and Wolfman Jack

3 comments :

Anonymous said...

...a lot of tension in that room...

Anonymous said...

Nice, a prime vintage pic from Private Parts, a juvenile and bilious yet often killingly funny book. Much like its author, of course. Ah, for the days when Judith Regan took chances on ideas that weren't completely insane...

(Imus never did eat that dead dog's dick, did he?)

swac said...

Imus looks like a cadaver with a poodle cut.