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 #501


Francis Albert Sinatra and William James Basie

3 comments :

swac said...

It might as well be swing...

Kyle said...

nice picture.
One of my first and most memorable cds was Sinatra live at the Sands backed by Count Basie & his band. I listened to it so much that I had to (eventually) buy a new one.

Who knew you could wear out a cd?

blankemon said...

Sinatra and Basie always sounded great together, so why do they both look so pissed off? And who at?