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 #548

The Martin Denny Band


Timmy said...

One heck of a musician. Like the Sea trying to keep the world wet, against a formidable terrain of crappy muzak. Thanx for such a colorful photo of a colrful band. If you haven't heard him, DO IT.

swac said...

Love Denny's records, ever since I found a copy of Quiet Village on vinyl, back before that lounge music revival happened. But it was great being able to find that stuff more readily for a while on CD, even if all of a sudden Esquivel records went from being worth a buck each to $25 or more.

Friggin' hipsters.