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

The Art of Pop #10

Blame It on the Bossa Nova
(Eydie Gorme)
(Columbia Records; 1963)


SomeNYGuy said...

A charming record of a cute song but -- correct me if I'm wrong -- NOT a bossa nova.

I'd forgotten that photo of Eydie, but I remember my mother (same age) in that same blouse, hairstyle and makeup.

Vanwall said...

This reminded me of this great site:

Awesome visuals!

swac said...

Weird, I was looking at Eydie Gorme records in a thrift shop only a couple of days ago. There was one called "Eydie" that was a late '60s thing where she sings Dylan and so on. Nice casual photo of her in a t-shirt and capri pants on the cover.