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

Photoshop Follies #1


Scott Is NOT A Professional said...

Oh, Photoshop Follies. For a second, you had me fooled. I was ready to do my patented sorta moonwalk to "She's Lost Control."

saber tooth owl said...

Isn't this a case where the subject Photoshopped himself instead of his image -- with the aid of a bunch of alleged plastic surgeons?

He was cute as a young Black boy, but looked like shit when he turned himself into an old White woman.