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 the Gig #17


Who Am Us Anyway? said...

Wow. Three bucks for a whole roomful of Cosmic American Music. Very cool.

estiv said...

Four straight days in Houston in the early 1970s, when it was still a hardcore conservative town, is kind of impressive.

erik hogstrom said...

Every year, Gram is passed over for the Country Music Hall of Fame, while every year, contemporary country stars follow Gram's template of modern country music. It's criminal.

No Radio said...

I think 2009 might be his year. Fortieth anniversary of "Gilded Palace", two books on the Burrito Brothers (including one written by me) and EmmyLou's induction this year. Maybe wrongs will finally be righted.