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

Friends and Family #34


Original Caption:

Phoenix -- Bess Greenbaum, wife of Las Vegas gambling power and hotel owner Gus Greenbaum, lies trussed on the couch of their home. The body of her husband was found in a bedroom of the house. Both had their throats cut. The murder weapon, a butcher knife, lies at Mrs.Greenbaum's feet, with blade resting against the pillow. Phoenix police called the tragedy a double murder, but declined to say whether it was considered a possible gangland slaying. Greenbaum had a reputation for being a "square gambler". (1958)

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Phoenix always was crookeder than catshit if you pulled back the rug a little. Righteous Goldwater and junkie Greenbaum, a pair to draw to, and Barry was a Vegas-haunter, so you add it up. Greenbaum's sis-in-law was croaked, too - a bad guy to know. I grew up in Scottsdale, AZ near some of the questionable ranch-style-mansions, and there was an undercurrent of sleaze in that state that festered to the top on occasion.