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 #37


Burl Ives entertains the hell out of some patrons at the Thomas a Becket pub on the Old Kent Road in London, 1952.

5 comments :

huskermould said...

i want that guitar

Fred said...

I wonder how many folks remember Burl more for his big role in the folk revival than his role as Big Daddy?

peterrocker said...

I also remember how he ratted on his fellow musicians during the McCarthyism witch hunts

marietta said...

The smile of gioconda,left in the foreground.

marietta said...

She in the left foreground say:"sometimes to night my friend says"Dearest,please remove your artifcially teeths,it makes me so happy.