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

Mop Tops in Action #53

John plants a tender kiss upon a woman not his wife, while a close friend gets himself french-fried.


vivi de la laine said...

That is May Pang he is kissing, and the man drinking is Harry Nilsson.

Dustin Moskowitz said...

I believe their drink of choice was Brandy Alexanders. Pussycats!

estiv said...

Is that their pal Anne Murray on the far right?

swac said...

It looks a bit like Anne Murray, but it looks more like Anne Murray as she'd appear a decade or so later. Here she is with Lennon and Nilsson (and a couple of other folks) at the Troubadour on some other night: