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
9 comments:
They were great. I prefer the Jam more than Paul Weller's solo work. lol just thought I'll share that.
Same here!
No question
I prefer the Jam more than Paul Weller's solo work
I caught a few shows by From the Jam, and I'll 'fess up -- I prefer From the Jam more than Paul Weller's solo work.
Admittedly, Rick Buckler and Bruce Foxton should kick the band in the ass to make some new music -- particularly Foxton, since he played bass for years in Stiff Little FIngers, and he and Jake made new music rather than essentially performing as a tribute band. But as tribute bands go, From the Jam seemed vital and alive and committed to their music, not to recreating the Jam.
Weller could sure dress, though. . . .
This was the band that the musicians listened to while the wankers and posers were going on and on about the Pistols.
Turning rebellion into money.
say what you will - I would hold that the Sex Pistols turned more rebellion into money than Joe Strummer could ever say the Jam did.
Great band, great singles, great suits, bad haircuts.
Wow- that photo was shot by my friend Corinne, in the dressing room of the Marquee club in London bk in 77 or 78. She gave copies of the photos to Paul Wellers dad and they wound up (uncredited) in the sleeve of their 1st LP.
I remember seeing them on their 1st tour of the USA in a tightly packed little club that was once a house in upstate NY. All white light, focused from every direction and totally in sync with the pounding beat. It inspired me for years.
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