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

Frank Sinatra Sez . . .


. . . and we're lost out here in the stars.

1 comment :

Sister Ray said...

kurt weill and bertold brecht,yah?

let us consider the man in the stingy-brim and the natty two-button suit and how he could comes to represent all the don draper's of the world while speaking to betty crocker's happy housewives, swing from kennedy tot the right wing and never miss a beat, let alone a diminiuendo. he was the last ambassador of top 40 AM pop, the unifying aether that ran through our national identity. he carried a tune we could all sing and you have to wonder if we could ever hum one again...