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

Pickers #9

Earl Scruggs (1924-2012)


JoHnny _ said...

wot a lovely site u have m8..a well feed head..hahaHa _

gorfulator said...

Saw him at The Not Necessarily Bluegrass Fest in SF not too long ago. He was plukin' fine!

Glad I had a chance to hear him live before he left for the sweet bye and bye!!

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

Thanks for posting this. I'm sorry to say I only saw him a grand total of 3 times, but I will also say that each time was one of the highlights of my life, if they ever make the movie. And hey, Earl's self-effacing genius and old fashioned straight-ahead manly American character comes across beautifully in this clip of him playing in the living room of another great American.

Michael Daly said...

Absolutely defined twentieth century bluegrass banjo. RIP