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 #351

Dead Kennedys


Adrian said...

That's funny, I almost sent in a variation of this photo by f stop Fitzgerald for the guest week! Drool, drool, drool drool, drool, drool... MY PAYOLA! -Galen

Steve said...

I've always liked this image. The goofy rictus on Jello's face makes it.

shahn said...

i still see him around town. he doesn't look so goofy anymore, i guess his knee is still bothering him.