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

Jesters of the Republic #30


Mort Sahl

3 comments :

swac said...

Man, wouldn't I just love to have a paw through that record store?

swac said...

Heh...just noticed there's a copy of Jerry Lewis Just Sings in the upper left.

"Rock-a-bye your baby, with a dixie melody..."

estiv said...

I wouldn't mind so much that the golden age of magazine photography is gone if it weren't that today's offstage images of celebrities are rarely anything but paparazzi-style: no framing, no composition, just A Famous Person in the middle. Maybe the info being imparted back then wasn't as accurate, but it sure did look better.