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 # 256

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Brian Epstein looks down


blankemon said...

Brian Epstein is a hugely important figure in pop culture history, but an artist?

Testify said...

Or "in action", for that matter.

Christine said...

Thank you for this.

Eppy indeed had the heart and soul of an artist, or he would never had been able to recognize and bring to the world what he did.

And yes, in whatever leisure time he could muster, he would paint on canvas, write poetry/lyrics, etc. ~ unfortunately, none that seem to have escaped his self-destructive quest for perfection. In the 1999 BBC "The Brian Epstein Story" we get a precious few glimpses at some dress designer sketches he did.

His brother Clive once remarked that Brian did have a very pleasant singing voice, too ~ and it's a shame he was too shy to share it and the rest of his talents with the world.

shahn said...

perhaps if you count "marketing" as an art.

Tom Sutpen said...

I'm with Christine on this. Brian Epstein had better aesthetic instincts than business ones (virtually every deal he forged on the Beatles' behalf reeked of showbiz naivete and incompetence). He was just one of those people who cannot bring themselves to enter the arena for the bloodsport segment of artistic endeavour. Managing The Beatles (among other groups) was the closest he could allow himself to get to it.