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

When Legends Gather #30

Paul Whiteman (the King of Jazz) and Louis Prima

1 comment :

Rob said...

My older rides had casettes of some custom jazz compilations done by a friend's wife, and it had Whiteman pieces among many others. I played it until it wore out over the years. When my cars began having CD players, one of the first CDs someone bought me for a birthday present was Louis Prima, and it lives in my big holder that goes from car to car. Continuity is everything.

Rob in Dago