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

Before and After #134: B.B. King




Fred said...

The Beale Street Blues Boy is one of the most talented, entertaining and nicest guys in the music business. Age and diabetes have taken its toll, but he still puts on a great live show, though not as energetic as in the old days.

A Human On Earth said...

Pre-Gibson days. In the before picture he's playing a Fender guitar.

estiv said...

Yeah, and that Fender is an Esquire, not a Telecaster, which I'm pretty sure was the least expensive Fender of its time. In contrast, the guitar in the second photo is the modified ES-355 that Gibson started making especially for the world-famous B.B. That's a very large difference.

I used to be on an e-mail list for blues lovers, and the consensus was that B.B. was the nicest blues star any of them had met, even though he must have a spine of steel to have survived his early years. A nice guy finishing first--how'd that happen?