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:
well, its about time- i turned my back on them years ago.
that's right shahn........let not your troubled mind be trifled with greatness
Now, now . . . don't let's be snippy with one another. I like the Beatles quite a bit, but I think there's an argument to be made that something was lost when George Martin started foisting Harpsichords and Flutes on them (I know, it was supposedly their idea, but . . . please). When it was good, even great, it was despite these amendations in their sound, not because of them.
no seriously- i was born in the 60s and i don't think i've gone an entire week since without hearing a beatles song. maybe it was good, even great at one time, but frankly i'm sick of them. how do four 20 year olds have a stranglehold on music 40 years later? marketing!
That's why I became a Kinks fan. Well, and most other British Invasion bands besides the Beatles, although I do think the UK version of the Hard Day's Night album is criminally underrated in the shadow of the pop monoliths that followed it.
Wait...I'm not Mary. Sorry about that. (s.w.a.c.)
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