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

Woodbridge Brown Dead at 96

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Woodbridge Brown aka Woody 'Spider' Brown
Obituary here.

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

I mentioned this to a co-worker, Eddie Moore, "Rat" to many of the old schoolers, and he mentioned meeting Woody Brown often when Eddie lived the life of a semi surf bum in Hawaii back in the sixties and seventies. The old Watermen are fast disappearing, sadly - my friend Bud Hull, an old longboarder and racecar driver passed on a few years ago, and he was a contemporary of Woody. It was a helluvan adventure back then, and surfers were as much artists as athletes.