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

They Were Collaborators #156

Ma Rainey & Her Wild Cats


Anonymous said...

have you stopped the hitchcock/truffaut tapes?

at any rate your blog is the only one i visit regularly.. one of the best things on the internet

Tom Sutpen said...

First, thanks for the kind words!

The Hitchcock/Truffaut series has not been halted; not with 16 entries left to go. I just keep putting off writing the introductory remarks for the next entry (#9). I damn myself for a lazybones in this respect.

Rest assured, the next entry (a discussion of 'Rebecca') is impending.

Daniel Thomas MacInnes said...

Hey, there really is a Ma Rainey! I know that name from Dylan's "Tombstone Blues" on Highway 61 Revisited. You needed a painting of Beethoven to go along with it, and maybe some tuba players dancing around a flagpole.