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

Annals of Public Performance #15


Sara and Maybelle Carter receive flowers from the crowd, 1967.

5 comments :

Mac said...

Wildwood flowers.

Greg said...

With the roses so red and the lilies so fair.

estiv said...

Oh man. Maybelle spent her whole adult life as a serious C&W guitar player. That's rare now, but pretty much unknown then. And that Gibson L-5 wasn't cheap when she bought it. I saw her a couple of years after this, doing a few songs as part of her son-in-law's act.

peterrocker said...

I still have an old LP of Maybelle's with some fascinating studio talk between some tracks. Wonderful stuff.
Pete

Tulletilsynet said...

Went and saw her grave at Christmas.