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

Mop Tops in Action #101

George needs an ashtray


ElNeato said...

it's good to be king

the humble beatle indeed


estiv said...

That's Dick James, the Beatles' music publisher. When George wrote "Only a Northern Song" not much later, he was telling the world, obliquely, what he thought of Dick James. I think here we're just seeing an earlier expression of the same sentiment.

WillyC said...

Good to know, Estiv. If a guy didn't know better, he might think George was being a jerk here, as opposed to showing restraint.