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

They Were Collaborators #550

David Bowie and the Spiders From Mars


erik hogstrom said...

Mick Ronson was such a great guitarist.

swac said...

Too true. I even like the version of The Man Who Sold the World sung by Lulu, produced by Bowie and backed up by the Spiders.

A friend of mine from jr. high was lucky enough to become bass player for Ian Hunter (who'd moved to Toronto), and played on some tours Hunter and Ronson did together before Ronson's untimely death. Wish I'd seen one of those shows.