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 #81

See You at the Fair
(Ben Webster)
(Impulse! Records; 1964)


fairlyoldguy said...

My Delmore Schwartz anecdote:
I attended Syracuse U. in the 60's, and Delmore Schwartz lived in an apartment across the alley from me. One day, I was playing this album (on a Webcor mono player, by the window) and Schwartz yelled out his window to me to turn it down. That's all.

PS: When I think of "The Three Tenors", I don't think of opera singers, I think of Hawkins, Webster, and Young.

swac said...

Great story!

Oddly enough, today my neighbour told me to turn down the Art Blakey/Thelonious Monk record I was blasting. Heathen.