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

A Portrait of Simple, Unaffected Beauty in Less Fearful Times

Françoise Hardy


Anonymous said...

Ah, Francoise....for those times when Claudine Longet simply won't do.

(And apparently she's still going strong.)


Tom Sutpen said...

She certainly is (though I'll warrant she doesn't look anything like *that* these days).

And while we're at it, let's lift a glass to Sylvie Vartan.

Richard Gibson said...

Well done on another excellent picture. Had me thinking of my two FH LP's where she sings in English, with a wonderful French accent of course.

C'est splendid Tom! Joyeux noel et bonne annee.