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

The Art of American Fantasy #18

5 comments :

R.H. said...

I look through those songs and realise pop music is shit nowadays.

swac said...

I'm still trying to get my head around "10 L-O-N-G PLAYING RECORDS (45 r.p.m.)". How the hell does that work?

la peregrina said...

The catch is that none of the songs listed were by the original artists or by anyone you ever heard of.

R.H. said...

I've been dudded where they are original artists, but not the finally released versions. They sound 'off'.

The All-Seeing Eye, Jr. said...

Also, the more tracks you put on a record, the lower the volume. These records (three songs per side, I guess) were probably just about audible.