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

Men of the West #26

Pat Buttram


estiv said...

I understand that he wrote the well-known gag about hippies for then-governor Reagan: "A hippie is someone who talks like Tarzan, looks like Jane, and smells like Cheetah." What a charmer.

Sometimes I wish that lovable onscreen characters never did anything offscreen at all. Put 'em in a coffin like a vampire until their next show. That way there'd be no ugly jokes, drunken insults, child abuse, assaults, murders, presidential administrations, etc., to taint the onscreen image.

SomeNYGuy said...

estiv, the ideal performer you describe has existed for decades. It's called a ventriloquist's dummy. Having worked with them, I can attest to their admirable qualities.

R.H. said...

That's a hillbilly.