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

Sinatra at 90 (Baby)


As Bobby-soxers in heaven wish Frank Sinatra all their best on this, his 90th birthday, we here at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger . . . urge all of our visitors to locate the best Sinatra recording you can lay your hands on (doesn't matter which one) and listen to it, contemplating all that vanished with him.

1 comment :

swac said...

Next time I do karaoke, it'll be I've Got the World On a String.

Man, could he ever insert a pile of innuendo into the word "finger."