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 Philosophers of the 20th Century #1: Jim Reeves

"I'm just on the blue side of lonesome . . . "


Anonymous said...

Jim of those guys I didn't really "get" until later in life. I mean, singers like Hank Williams and Webb Pierce and Lefty Frizzell...they put it all out there on their sleeve, without any doubts, and without any fear of being judged as right or wrong.

But Reeves...still waters run deep. It took me a long time to pick up on what was going on under the surface. I just thought his records were "pleasant." What the hell did I know?

And did Floyd Cramer ever sound better than on those Jim Reeves sides? I don't think so. The Nashville Sound (as in that late '50s production style) at its finest.


Ivan G. said...

Ah, Gentleman Jim...out where the bright lights are glowing, one can only hope.