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

Before and After #79:
Eric Burdon

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Vanwall said...

I must say, his earlier, pimply, greazy-haired moptop look was by far the inferior to his mature one.

Anna said...

I met Eric Burdon once. I'd had an internship at a newspaper and used my press pass at a music festival in Minnesota to get up close to him. There was some sort of misunderstanding and it was assumed I was going to interview him (all I wanted was an autograph and maybe a kiss!) So I had to pretend I was there for an interview and quick come up with a load of questions that, because of my nervousness, weren't exactly forthcoming. In the end I just gave up and admitted "I've always loved you since I was 14" (I was a skinny 19 year old at the time so this might not have impressed him as much as I'd hoped it would). But he was as nice as could be and didn't ruin the crush I'd had on him for so long - he let me talk to him a bit longer too. Until this beautiful girl in her mid-20s wafted in to give him a massage. Go figure... Great guy though and never ruined my teenaged illusions. Thanks for posting those pics!

swac said...

The Best of the Animals was one of my first "grown-up" records, from a cache I inherited from my uncle when I was just into the double digit ages (possibly just under) and I've always enjoyed their brooding, R&B sound from North England. Only the Pretty Things came close, methinks.

The other records in that pile included the Woodstock soundtrack, Axis: Bold as Love, Neil Young: Harvest and the Strawberry Alarm Clock!

Lex10 said...

Old or young, he looks like trouble.