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 #10




The Ivar, Hollywood. I hear the ticket taker's smile is pretty damn cold.

8 comments :

DickGreenleaf said...

The Ivar has a long history and has returned to legit theatre. I'm sure Tom Waits appreciates that you remember the Emotional Weather Forecast.

mister muleboy said...

I would be crazy to miss it!

mister muleboy said...

D.C. also had a slew of legit theaters that turned from stage to film, to porno, to touring "dancers" displaying their lovely genitals for all to see. The Gayety on 9th St. NW was a particular fave with a long, storied past.

It is missed. . . .

Flickhead said...

Hubba hubba and a ding dang ding, baby you got everything.

Tom said...

What year was this??

Greg said...

These pics are from December, 1977.

Peter Nellhaus said...

A billboard here in Denver reads, "Topless Dancers" - "No Cover". To which I can only say, I should only hope so.

Sumner D. Coy said...

...with live burlesque, and the manager's scowlin' with his feet up on the desk. Boom boom against the curtain - you still hurtin'?