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 Friends of Milt Hinton #18

Billie Holiday
Recording studio, New York City, circa 1958


Tomás said...

Never seen.

swac said...

I'm guessing this is the Lady in Satin session, which took place 51 years ago this week. Hinton played bass on the record.

A little over a year later and she'd be gone.

BlizzB said...

She only could sing with lots of gin then. The recording sessions started not before 2 o'clock in the morning. This is a very depressing picture. Poor Lady, but great Lady.

Corey Taché said...

She would have been about 44 when this was taken.

swac said...

But she looks closer to 60.