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

Broadcasters #56


Bob Crane

5 comments :

Vanwall said...

Ah, clever, very clever!

Tom Sutpen said...

Tnanks, Rob. It was either this, or creating a new series: Great Amateur Porn Stars of the 20th Century . . . I went with this.

Marshall said...

Its too bad that Col. Hogan will always be know for his, uh, hobby and/or death rather than for his work.

Brent McKee said...

Oddly he looks like a young Jack Paar in this picture. You know, assuming Jack Paar actually ever was young.

pete medina said...

I heard seconds of his show one time, he sounded good as the type of DJs they had in the early 60s.