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

People Who Died #49

Freddie Prinze


Christopher said...

Chico and the Man..and Welcome Back Kotter..2 of my big faves!

estiv said...

The world's most famous "Hungarican." Must've been a lonely role.

As with Kurt Cobain, I wish he'd figured out what the long-term survivors like Bob Dylan seem to figure out: that in some ways fame and glory are shit, but it's worthwhile to stick around anyway.

Fred said...

I saw him do standup at Westbury Music Fair back in '75. He did a good gig, but looking back, many of the self depricating jokes don't seem funny any more.