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 #353

Stevie Wonder laughs


That Guy said...

Thank you for this.

(There's some JMP stuff just slighly even earlier, in color, in Central Park (I believe), that deserves exposure as well but this! It's like the Chromonica 64 of its moment... and harmonica obsessive-types are gonna be studying it until they nearly .... uh, go blind, trying to figure the mic and positioning and......
(I used to sit behind Mr. Wonder in church, and little seashells in his braids would dangle and jangle in front of me and I so badly wanted to touch 'em .... but I was concerned that if I did, and Got Healed, I would have to Jump Up and Proclaim and Fall Out and... well, it just seemed like it was best for all concerned that I not. Ya know?

Tom Sutpen said...

Signor BB (aka That Guy):

I was actually hunting around for a color photo of the former Steveland Morris from this period (as the Before in a prospective Before/After entry) when I came across this one. Normally I don't post what I find right away, but this one shot to the front of the queue.

I'm sure them braid ornaments have an untold mystical power, but you were probably better off leaving them be. I mean, when he performs, those things whip around from here to there with such violence that I'd swear they had a life of their own. Cripes only knows you might have lost a hand had you ventured a direct contact with them.

Fantastic seeing you in this territory again, Bart. Hope everything's going well in the Old World (if you're still there).