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

Before the Age of Multiplexes #3

The Arden Theater, Lynwood, CA.


Christopher said...

now thats a cinema!..can just make out that its showing The Verdict with Peter Lorre..

Tempest said...

Yeah something went wrong.
They were built like temples, the coming attraction weren't annoying (and you were ticked if you arrived late and missed them.)

My Father managed a theater for awhile to make ends meet-I use to remember the cigarette girl in the lobby with the little cigarette tray walking around selling lung cancer.


All kinds of candy and popcorn (Real butter not that yellow goop that spray on now.) for around a buck-if that.