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
9 comments:
He's wearing his own band's t-shirt!? Was that kind of thing common in the 80's, or was it just drummers?
Given that, in the UK at least, The Smiths were the best band of the 80's I think we can forgive Joyce attire that would be seen as hubris in any other act.Their was NOBODY else to endorse in those dark days.
THESE ARE THE SONGS THAT SAVED YOUR LIFE.
...but how many lives did they end?
oh, i'm miserable now!
The biggest fuckin' wankers in Rock n Roll history
Ever
Only Oasis is close
Every one of their albums should've been called
"Would you like Cheese with that?"
The Smiths were great, great band. Were they big in North America?
Testify:
Well, there was always Depeche Mode
(now that I think of it . . . maybe you're right)
Homem:
I'll go along with that . . . in fact, I'm still trying to figure out how Johnny Marr and Morrissey knew enough about me to write 'The Boy with the Thorn in His Side'.
What, you mean I'm not the only one?
Mr. D:
Iiiii . . . disagree.
Richard:
Fairly big. They didn't have any hits, but they had a large and devoted following here; me being one.
They made life in Flint, Michigan, bearable for me in the eighties, which was no easy task.
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