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

American Dance Orchestras of the 1930s #1


The Sundodgers, late '30s

Thanks to blog patron Ken Klein for this photo of the band performing in San Antonio. That's his father Jimmie Klein on clarinet. According to Ken, Harry James got his start playing with this combo, and they once performed with Jack Teagarden. Not too shabby.

1 comment :

Regina said...

Wow! That's my Grandpa! I don't think I have ever seen this photo! I just shared the pic and stories about him with my three sons! Love and thanks to Ken for the tears of joy and the trip down memory lane!