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 #517

The members of Love each look in different directions


capewood said...

What a great band.

Rhys Ziemba said...

I always loved the ironic lack of irony in their name (supposedly arrived at democratically, when they allowed an LA crowd to vote on possible names). After Love it became uncool to name-check your own band in songs until hip hop came along.

swac said...

I still feel sorta guilty about interviewing Maria McKee, and proceeding to ask her a bunch of Bryan MacLean questions. At least I saved them for the end.