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 Jazz #72

. . . a man and his Dream
(Artie Shaw)
(RCA-Victor Records; 1958)


R.H. said...

Is that Artie on the cover? He looks like she's cleaned him out.

Tom Sutpen said...

It's not Shaw, but I'm sure he understood the condition all too well, having been married eight times in his 94 years.

R.H. said...

Eight times?

How the hell did he live to 94!

Vanwall said...

That was the secret to it!

Brent McKee said...

He masturbated... a lot.
(Thank you Ernest Borgnine.)

swac said...

I didn't realize Michael Jeter was around back then.