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 #510

Mark Sandrich and Fred Astaire


Vanwall said...

Amazing shot! Who would've thought enough to take this one?

Tom Sutpen said...

I'm sure an RKO publicity shutterbug was on hand. Astaire got to rehearse with Ginger Rogers so rarely (she was such good box office in those days that the studio always had her working on other films while the musicals were being prepared) that either Sandrich or Hermes Pan or . . . anybody around the lot, just about, had to act as choregraphic stand-in.