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 #438

Bad Brains


mister muleboy said...

As a "Washington Punk" who got his start in 1979, I was lucky enough to be right there for large parts of the Bad Brains experience. I can confirm that they were collaborators. Musically, logistically, and -- it seemed - spiritually [whatever that means]. It was some flesh=and-blood, transcendant . . . thing that could move a crowd by sheer force, or by [unbelievably, considering what they were doing] subtlety.

From what I hear now, H.R. is no longer really "with us," but I'll always have my '45 of Pay to Cum and my ROIR tape.

And Charlie Parker . . .

swac said...

That ROIR cassette blew my head wide open musically.

Actually, I think the first time I heard Pay to Cum was on the Alternative Tentacles compilation Let Them Eat Jellybeans...that song still astounds me.