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

In the Studio #23

Brian Wilson


swac said...


estiv said...

"I need more of a crescendo from the bass harmonica, balalaika, and sleigh bells."

blankemon said...

"Denny, you know that place we used to go with Dad? They made a sandwich that was THIS BIG! Can you run down there?"

Fred said...

I love Iggy Pop's story in "I Just Wasn't Made for these Times" of going to Wilson's place with Lou Reed, and both of them splitting because they thought Brian was too weird and he freaked out Iggy.

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

"I bid you to burn."