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 #476

Ahmet Ertegun, Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker and Felix Pappalardi


swac said...

"Fellas, Eric appears to have nodded off again..."

estiv said...

Is there anything that Ahmet Ertegun didn't do, in terms of facilitating other people's music? Whatever it is that makes someone able to help mold music that's both very good and very popular, it's extremely rare, but he had it in bushelfuls.

Vanwall said...

A genius convention.