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 Cool Hall of Fame #137

Buck Owens


Camp Tiger Claw said...

The 136 must be pretty damn cool then.

Testify said...

Buck was definately one of those guys who walked the thin line b'twixt cool and stoopid.
According to Nashville Babylon he posed for unpublished Playgirl pics:"They shot him cavorting on his horse, shooting pool and romping in an alfalfa field" all, ahem, buck naked!
Still as a session musician Buck can be heard on some blistering early rock n roll records by Wanda Jackson and Gene Vincent and as the chief architect of The Bakersfield Sound respect is most surely due.