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

Intervista #3
Broadcasters #23


Everything that was good and everything that was ridiculous about Tom Snyder (who passed away earlier this week at the age of 71), is on display in this 1981 interview with Singer-Songwriter Charles Manson; recorded for NBC's Tomorrow show at the California Medical Facility in Vacaville.

4 comments :

Joash said...

hey, are you a movie star or something???

Tom Sutpen said...

No. I can honestly say I'm not.

Though Stephen Cooke did appear in a movie once.

swac said...

And for a "podunk attacked by cannibals" I like to think I was pretty convincing!

I should also point out that there is now a band named after me called Stephen Cooke and the Respected Halifax Journalists, Wolf (the "Wolf" was an afterthought, a poke at all those fashionable "Wolf" bands out there at the moment). I have nothing to do with this band, but since most of their songs are about B-list celebrities, they decided to name it after me. Such is fame.

Tom Sutpen said...

That's nothing! William Faulkner named the protagonist of one of his novels (Absalom, Absalom") after Yours Truly . . .

. . . I think.