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 #358

Edie Sedgwick, Gerard Malanga and The Velvet Undergound


That Guy said...

"She begins talking about Edie Sedgewick, an early heroine -- 'It's funny how heorine and heroin ar very similar . . . " -- from the days when Patti first hit New York and suddenly her voice becomes less assertive. She uses even more 'ya knows' than usual. "Half of Blonde On Blonde was written about her and, uhm . . . she just burned herself out. She was a deb, a socialite . . . I just met her . . . I was a fan of hers . . . I just met her once . . . I thought she was really wonderful." Behind the RayBans the shadows of her eyes have stopped darting. "She was like traveling with Warhol and I used to see her at azrt exhibits and I wrote a couple of poems about her because I thought she had so much abandon and she was such a fantastic . . . it was the days of like discotheques and the Peppermint Lounge and stuff and she was like she wore these mini-skirts and had platinum hair and black eyebrows and she was gorgeous, ya know, really American, like rich, ya know, especially like she was upper-class and I was lower-class, I had this sort of like fascination for her . . she was really, totally in tune with her body, all her movements and, ya know, she was really like a rock'n'roll Salome and I really dug that." You get an image of Patti, the gawky girl grown to gawky late-adolescence, watching Edie and getting the germ of an idea....maybe it's alright to be weird..."

by Bart Bull
from Sounds

shahn said...

edie was too rich to wear slips

[patti also wrote elegantly about her impressions of jeanne moreau. someone should publish a book of these writings like the one louise brooks did about hollywood actors]