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 Friends of Milt Hinton #14

Ben Webster relaxes at Beefsteak Charlie's.


Mr DeBakey said...

Haven't ben here for a few days.

I'm not sure which I enjoy more,
a small daily dose, or
a quadruple whammy of posts.

After seeing this one
I threw the Webster "Around Midnight" compilation on the
disc-o-rama to enjoy whilst we scarfed our Clam Linguine this evening.

Mrs DeBakey, not a jazz fan, said two or three times "This is very nice." [the Webster not the Linguini, which was OK too]

swac said...

Haven't ben here?

Did you make that typo on purpose? I know one thing, you've made me hungry for some pasta.