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 #12



Jean Siskill said...

Nothing says Whiskey-a-Go-Go to me like a Ford Torino, or Pinto Wagon. . . . .

Oh, if only I could see those gas prices.

Fred said...

El Grande de Coca-Cola was the first off-Broadway show I ever saw, almost 35 years ago. I remember it was in the basement of a building on the West Side, and it was set up like a night club. The only other thing I can remember about the show was that it coincided with the first time I saw Monty Python on television later that night.