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

The 12 Discs of Christmas 2010 #5

Captain Beefheart - There Ain't No Santa Claus on the Evenin' Stage
(from The Spotlight Kid, Reprise MS-2050, 1972)

"Nobody knows how to make sad songs anymore. They all just sound like vampires now. Songs break my eardrums instead of my heart these days."
~Don Van Vliet


Vanwall said...

Damn, you nailed it with this one.

Timmy said...

Thank you for appreciating one HELL of a Bluesinger & inovator.

Sock MonKey 1 said...

He was one of the greats. He has been out of the show business so long that his death can't be called a "great tragedy", but it is pretty sad to hear another bell toll.