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 the Gig #16

5 comments :

Vanwall said...

Jeez, I feel so deprived. This must've been one fantastic time.

Kreisler said...

This is a brilliant line-up; might just have Wilson Pickett lurking as well. He joined The Falcons in 1959.

VP81955 said...

Helluva bill -- but it's sad how many of them left us before their time (Cooke, Wilson, Belvin...heck, Watson, Ballard and Pickett died at relatively early ages).

Son said...

now they have scattered inside of people like me - revolution will not be televised for sure...catch us in the forest

Sir George Martin said...

We need more Art of the Gig!