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

In the Studio #87


Charlie Rich

4 comments :

Robert Fiore said...

God damn, this reminds me of somebody.

swac said...

I've had so many weird coincidences lately, between Kimberley's Morlocks post about Doris Day's/Frank Tashlin's Caprice only a few days after my copy of it arriving by mail, and an unexpected chance to talk to John Fogerty only days after watching footage of him performing with Springsteen at the RnR Hall of Fame, and now this, only a couple of days after going on a mini-Rich binge thanks to hearing Ana Egge sing There Won't Be Anymore at a show on Tuesday.

Well done, internets.

Steve Russillo said...

Does it remind you of Mitt Romney? Because that's what I thought the moment I saw it!

Timmy said...

Goodtime Charlie's got the blues