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

Mop Tops in Action #21

The Mop Tops meet the police.


Vanwall said...

Jeez, for a sec there I thought they were joining the Boy Scouts, or the Mounties.

Christopher said...

"arrest them three lads constable!"

Tom Sutpen said...

This looks like the most well-mannered Weed roust in human history

swac said...

Mister city policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.

rookgaroo said...

Wouldn't be the last time the Mop Tops met the police.

Fred said...

The guy on the end behind John looks like he's still po'd about that Jesus comment.