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

Son of a Preacherman #5

Stan Freberg
(Taken on the set of a futuristic Freberg spot featuring friend Ray Bradbury.)


swac said...

In case you're wondering, Bradbury's father was a lineman for the county.

Donavan said...

This is his son Donavan speaking, which makes me the grandson of a preacher man and the son of Stan. Love this blog so much, I wish I could eat it. Keep up the brilliant work. You're a daily visit for me and I am never let down. Much love.

swac said...

Feel free to pass on our admiration to your dad, Donavan, I've been a fan for longer than I can remember, and was pleased to discover that we share a birthday (Aug. 7) as well as some history in radio broadcasting (his career a bit more distinguished than mine...okay, by a wide margin). Weirdly enough (as often happens on here), he makes an appearance the day after your post, in our brief tribute to Ray Bradbury.

Today the prunes, tomorrow the wrinkles!

Donavan said...

Nice work on the Bradbury post. Commented on it before I saw this. This blog=brilliance.