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 #20

The O'Jays


marietta said...

The lot "Motown",over and over again,night and day.

Mrrspidey said...

Absolutely love the O'Jays.

Joe Thompson said...

Don't you know that it's time to get on board
And let this train keep on riding, riding on through

Michael said...

Canton's finest. I love the sound of the bass guitar on For The Love Of Money, where it's alternately drenched in miles of reverb and then dry as a bone. My fellow Daytonians the Ohio Players may have been gods of funk, but it doesn't get much better than that bass line. Dollar bills, ya'll.

marietta said...

And later all of us we going to the folk-dance exercise.