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 Cinema #345
Rudy Ray Moore Dead at 81

(D'Urville Martin; 1975)

The wonder that was Rudy Ray Moore (aka Dolemite; aka Petey Wheatstraw) passed from us last Sunday, just 81 years young. Here is an appreciation of the man and his fine, foxy legacy from the Los Angeles Times.


swac said...

I have this one-sheet. I want to frame it, but not really sure where in the house it belongs.

Besides on the ceiling over my bad, obviously.

Vanwall said...

My son ran across Rudy Ray's work in film school - damn, that's a thorough education.