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

The Heretofore Unmentioned #82

Alan Abel


Sock MonKey 1 said...

I was 12 and home from school sick when I saw the Dave Garroway interview of SINA's G. Clifford Prout. I didn't realize it was a put-on, but thought he was pretty weird.

Barney Hopkins said...

An entire life dedicated to the art of the hoax. A true genius.

Fred said...

I knew Alan about ten years ago. A mutual friend used to host a series of parties up in Newtown, CT. We'd have impromptu jam sessions, and Alan was a damn good jazz drummer, not to mention a very funny recounteur. And he hit on every girl I brought to those parties.