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

When Legends Gather #530

Tim Hardin, Phil Ochs and Jack Elliott


Bob Probst said...

Phil's looking young. When was this taken?

blankemon said...

At least Ramblin' Jack's still around.

Tom Sutpen said...


Couldn't find a specific date on this photo, sorry to say. I would guess this was taken at some point during the late 1960s, possibly early 70s.


Indeed he is, though doubtless he's still trying to live down that hideous ambush documentary his daughter made about him.

I mean, for decades the poor sap is the perennial also-ran, the Harold Stassen of Folk, then finally somebody makes a movie about him, and half of it is his daughter confronting him about why he didn't spend more time with her and moms back in the day.

Guy can't catch a break.