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

They Were Collaborators #717

Peter Kraus and Conny Froboess


Charles Pergiel said...

I don't understand the title, unless the enemy is American Rock 'n' Roll.

Tom Sutpen said...

They recorded together.

'Tis as simple as that.

Charles Pergiel said...

Guess I've been reading too many old war stories. I'll try to lighten up.

swac said...

Strange that this was posted only a couple of days after the death of her Veronika Voss co-star (and Fassbinder favourite) Gunther Kaufmann, who had a heart attack at 64 last week. Coincidence?

marietta said...

Hi swac, this is indead a peculiar