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

Artists in Action #516

P.F. Sloan enjoys a hot dog.


Peter Nellhaus said...

The way Sloan is dressed shows how much of a Bob Dylan wannabe he really was in addition to writing "Eve of Destruction".

estiv said...

"Last time I saw P.F. Sloan
He was summer burned and winter blown
He turned the corner all alone
But he continued singing."

Thanks to Jimmy Webb...

Timmy said...

With the prices the way they were back then, why wasn't everyone overweight & obese & die at age 30 from clogged arteries?

Christopher said...

dang!..I'm gettin' hungry and thirsty looking at those menus..

justjack said...

"why wasn't everyone overweight & obese..."

to say nothing of coughing their lungs out from cigs outta the vending machine.

(oh wait, I just remembered what Brian Wilson sounded like in the 70's...)

What a fantastic picture. Dewd, I can smell the joint, all fried foods and cotton candy and hamburgers sizzlin' on an open grill night and day (whoops, wrong songwriter).

Loved P.F. Sloan. LOVED the Fantastic Baggies. He and Steve Barri also helped Jan & Dean to sing on key. Started the Grass Roots, too, though the original concept was all folkie, rather than the horn-driven sound that the group eventually became known for.

Kick that little foot, Sally Ann!

Christopher said...

my cigarette smoking days started with those machines and ended there too..50.cents a pack.come and get 'em kiddies