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
11 comments:
This so effing creepy, it's beyond comprehension. Yeech.
Nice nipple Linda.
The mind truly boggles.
The mind truly boggles.
This looks bad - never could stomach the lionising of Keith Moon. Just needs his hilarious habit of wearing Nazi togs to set it off.
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I wonder if this was at the premiere party promoting the R-rated Linda Lovelace for President (going by Moon's large badge), which also features appearances by Mickey Dolenz, Vaughn Meader and Joe E. Ross? Lord only knows what kind of shindig that was.
I have a VHS copy, but it's damn near unwatchable (sort of in the same league as Xaviera Hollander's My Pleasure Is My Business).
I believe this was from that premiere. There are several other pix of this unlikely trio floating around the web but this one I clipped from a magazine back in the seventies. Both Lindas look pretty good but Keith...scares...me.
Linda Lovelace For President is on DVD. So you can watch that stinker again and again!
I met both Linda's but never got a chance to see Moonie drum. What a bizarre picture.
I totally remember this photograph! I saw it in some magazine as a pre-teenager (Creem, maybe?) and I remember being kind of shocked at the see-through shirt, yet tittilated (pun intended) at the same time.
Wow. Blast from the past. I love your blog.
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