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

Angela Morley dies at 83


Angela Morley, who worked at Philips Records in the 1950's and 1960's and indeed worked with Scott Walker, Dusty Springfield and many others has died.

She also wrote several film and television scores.

Even though it seems she passed away last week there seem to be very few obituaries thus far.

Here is the one from Variety.

4 comments :

simon said...

It's Wally Stott!
What's the odds?

MikeP said...

Simon, you beat me to it...Variety obviously never listened to the BBC much in the 50s/60s. Did ICPWAGTBAWLODC?

swac said...

I've listened to a lot of Goon Show and Tony Hancock...and I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again. With a smattering of Just a Minute.

All long after the fact, mind you.

Tom Sutpen said...

For the record, I had not heard of Morley/Stott's passing until this was posted here. The entry concerning Scott Walker (upon whom much of his/her brilliance was conferred) is entirely coincidental.

Mike:

I didn't get to hear the BBC in the 60s, seeing as I was but a toddler then.

When I was about ten my father bought one of those big ol' multiple-band radios that picked up absolutely everything. That's when I first heard the BBC (can't remember what I heard, however).