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

Old New York #69


British punks travel to where it all started

8 comments :

Martin said...

Well, I'll be Damned.

mister muleboy said...

beat me to it. . . .

ElNeato said...

lamf…not

cheers

rip jt

WillyC said...

Can't put your arms around a memory...

WillyC said...
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stanollie said...

Who is this quartet?

WillyC said...

It's a British punk band called The Damned in 1977.

John said...

These images still break my heart. I stood where these four lads stood many times. Widely considered ugly at first, the towers gradually achieved iconic status in lower Manhattan. Hard to believe they were only there for 30 years.