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
6 comments:
OK, so I guess this makes TWO real-life geographical locations that rises to the level of inclusion here.
Didn't really mean to veer off the cinematic trail, but... it's the stuff that dreams are made of, is it not?...
It's funny, I always imagined the Brill Building as a bit of a dump, something out of a Joseph Mitchell/A.J. Liebling lowlife feature, or a theatrical agency from an old Hollywood movie. I imagined crummy little offices where people churned out these teen dreams . . .
Collaboration!
I love collaboration. . . .
Robert, those offices are upstairs. The lobby is another matter.
this reminds me on the playhall of Ludwig XIV, marietta
I'm a bit behind on this but, once again Frank, great photo. I deserve no credit for the very little I did to enhance it but thank you, my friend.
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