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

Today is Independence Day (really)


Yes, this is a day of Independence, for all Americans and their descendents (Victory!). And that is Joan Crawford carrying a torch for the tired and poor. We here at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger . . . surely do hope that you all have a swell holiday on this, the 230th anniversary of our Declaration of Independence from the pernicious stain of British rule.

230 years. And it seems like it was only yesterday . . .

2 comments :

swac said...

Three cheers for the democratic union!

I mean, we stayed with the British Empire, and look how we turned out.

E pluribus unum!

Vanwall said...

Happy 4th of July, boys and girls!

BCNU