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

The Art of the Gig(s) #56
And Then It Was Ephemera #70

1965 handbill from concert promoter Sid Bernstein


swac said...

25 cents? These ticket convenience fees are really getting out of hand!

Robert Fiore said...

Yeah, and if those Mop Tops think they can charge a $5.65 top they can just blow me.

genn jene said...

folk singers Chuck Berry and Johnny Cash

estiv said...

I saw McCartney the other night. According to an online inflation calculator, $5.65 would now be about $40. Let's just say I paid more than that...a whole lot more than that.