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 #276

Christopher Lee, Vincent Price, John Carradine and Peter Cushing


Vanwall said...

Now that's fucking awesome!

Nick Zegarac said...

A gaggle of ghouls. Many forget that all started out with loftier ambitions (and successes, for that matter) as matinee idols and leading men.

That time transformed their careers into camp horror cult figures of garish celebrity is one of Hollywood's sad minor ironies. Each was a talent that ran far deeper than most.