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

Joints #11



SomeNYGuy said...

Across the street (and 36 floors below) where I'm sitting as I type this.

Haven't had anything more than drinks and hors d'ouevres there in years, but I remember being advised back in the 1980s to order only the cannellini; it was said to be the only non-toxic dish on the menu. And it was terrible.

The building directly to the right is the Little Theatre, now called the Helen Hayes.

swac said...

Geez somenyguy, I could have come to visit you when I stayed around the corner at the infamous Hotel Carter!

SomeNYGuy said...

I hope you had yourself de-loused when you got home! (That's unfair of me; compared to what it was like 20 or 30 years ago it's a palace now.)

swac said... was a bit of an adventure. Our room wasn't so bad, the hot water tap wouldn't shut off completely, but that was about the worst of it. It is kind of hard to shake that sleazy dive vibe though. The best thing to do is stay out late enough and get drunk enough that when you return to go to bed, it doesn't matter so much.

A couple of weeks later, someone found a woman's body wrapped in plastic under a bed. The place is still making history...