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 #188

Miles Davis listens


Adrian said...

i just wanted to say that you really misunderstood my post. i love your blog, am thrilled to have discovered it, and wasn't criticizing it at all!!

mister muleboy said...

mister sutpen --

your blog remains my favourite site to visit on the Web -- bar none!

Your sparse editorial content [dare I say it, your occasional cryptic statements, via photo or drawing] just move me.

As a late-arriving Miles enthusiast Miles (my punk origins may have kept my brain clogged), you've seized on one of my most-beloved images; not the iconic crouching Miles, blwoing into the wind, but

Miles, listening.

Thanks for the GREAT site!

mister muleboy

swac said...

I discovered Miles and punk around the same time...and no problem enjoying both equally.