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

Firesign Theatre's Peter Bergman dies at 72

After a battle with leukemia, Peter Bergman (far right) from "comedy's equivalent to the Beatles", Firesign Theatre, plays his final round of Beat the Reaper.

You can read one obit, with an interview with fellow Firesigner Phil Procter, here.

Here's a more personal farewell from Richard Metzger, complete with insane 1969 ads the troupe did for Jack Poet Volkswagen in Highland Park, L.A.


estiv said...


mackpayson said...

"Hey mister' I got a nickel! Wait for me!"

Thanks, Phil.

Flickhead said...

Holy Mudhead, mackerel!

Vanwall said...

This was especially bad news. I went to many live shows, they were amazing, funny, interactive, subversive, and I loved it all. RIP, Peter Bergman, your brilliance will never pass this way again.