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

Great Junkies of the 20th Century #1

Chet Baker


Nick Zegarac said...

Chet Baker at the height of his popularity and looks. If only youth would linger just a bit longer - allowing talent to endure and celebrate itself.

Alas, the snuff of age creeps into the mix before we even realize it's here and wipes clean all strides made in personal accomplishments.

The truly great ones last in our memory long after reality fails to live up to the image.

Otis Foster said...

Well, yes, but doing lots of junk moves the process along a bit, eh?