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 #350

Caetano Veloso and Gilberto Gil with Big Ben

Guest Contributor: Mike Daly

1 comment :

Al said...

This was when the great Zeca Afonso (portuguese singer, unsung hero) was also in London, friend of Caetano and Gilberto.

One time, being Caetano, Gilberto and Zeca dinning, Cateno told Zeca that is friends were all asking him how was London and we wanted to answer with a song, but don't know how. Then, on the spot, Zeca came up with the lyrics of «London, London»

Also when Gal Costa "stole" «Milho Verde, Milho verde» from Zeca.