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

They Were Collaborators #641

Larry Levine and Phil Spector


mister muleboy said...

Ahhh -- rotary pots v. linear faders -- the bad old days.

Not that the sound was bad -- just the work. . . .

Mikel J said...

To say nothing of the analog Ampex 350's. Those potentiometers were a real pain when the little metal fingers inside them got dirty. It's almost a miracle what Spector was able to do with 3 tracks. Pretty much the standard in those times.