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

Soul Stirrers #18

Bobby Womack

Guest Contributor: Joe Carter


David Wise said...

Awesome photograph of an awesome man.

Rhys Ziemba said...

My favorite soul singer. Especially "Harry Hippie". He would have been a much bigger star if he hadn't been blacklisted from R & B radio (maybe another color word would be more appropriate) after he married Sam Cooke's widow.

MichaelRyerson said...

Man obviously never met a fashion he didn't like.

Vanwall said...

"Across 110th Street" - 'nuff said.

ferkster said...

I thought it was Cleavon Little in Blazing Saddles for a moment.