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

Broadcasters #45


Harry Caray

1 comment :

VP81955 said...

Judging from the background, that photo was taken at old Comiskey Park, when Harry Caray was the voice of the Chicago White Sox. He may best be known for his work broadcasting the Cardinals and Cubs, but one could argue his most important work was with the Sox from 1971-81; he saved that franchise.

When he arrived, the team was a cellar-dweller, drawing tiny crowds to Comiskey. It appeared the team was going to be relocated, possibly to Seattle (which had just lost the Pilots to Milwaukee). Caray's energetic, controversial style revitalized interest in the Sox, aided by Dick Allen's arrival in 1972. (And later, it was on the South Side -- not the North -- where Caray began the tradition of singing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame," after later Sox owner Bill Veeck overheard him doing it in the press box and secretly piped it over the P.A. system.)