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 #75


Heavy Sounds
(Elvin Jones and Richard Davis)
(Impulse! Records; 1967)

2 comments :

Suz said...

I love all the smoking pics. Cigarettes looked so wonderful. (It's only been around ten years since I quit; I still miss it.)

estiv said...

Richard Davis was in the news just the other day, because Van Morrison did the complete Astral Weeks album on stage recently with as many of the original musicians included as he could get. According to the review, though, you could barely hear Davis's bass, unlike the album where it's usually right up front.