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 An Item #50

Claudine Longet and Andy Williams


R.H. said...

Oh my golly she is gorgeous.

Vanwall said...

And a good gun-hand in a tight spot.

swac said...

Apparently those are "love beads." Who knew Andy was such a swinger?

R.H. said...

Now I find out she plugged someone.

Femme fatales, I sure can pick 'em.

Chris said...

Oh sure Claudine Longet (not sure of the spelling but pronounced: LAWN-JAY). I thought she was so cool. I remember her in the few movies she made & when she was on the Andy Williams Christmas specials. She's say with her French accent something like: "Oh, Andeee I luv u so" & you just knew she meant it. Few years later she killed her lover, skier Spider Savage (or something like that). She claimed it was an accident. Those pesky French!