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 #654

The New York Rock & Roll Ensemble


Peter Nellhaus said...

Faithful friends and flattering foes. I just found out that the drummer changed his name and wrote the theme for "X-Files". I met the band when they visited Denver in 1969,

Robert Fiore said...

Of their album Faithful Friend, Robert Christgau wrote, "In case anyone is still wondering, this is one of the most useless groups in memory. They ought to be forced to play 'A Whiter Shade of Pale' at a book party on Central Park South until they choke on their own hair, and Leonard Bernstein should be forced to embalm them."

To a Manhattan chauvinist like Christgau their name must have been an affront.

Bill said...

They released *five* albums. Can you imagine that happening today? I remember seeing this one in the cut-out bins.