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 an Item #66
Louis Bellson Dead at 84

Louis Bellson (seen here with his wife of almost 50 years, Pearl Bailey) passed away on Saturday at the age of 84.

Well-turned words of reflection, appreciation and regret are to be found in the following Obits:

The Chicago Tribune

San Jose Mercury-News

The Telegraph

(immense thanks to Andy Schwartz for the heads-up and the image)


Timmy said...

One of the best.

Ian said...

One of my earliest singles was "Skin Deep", pts 1&2. I hope I've still got it, it's getting a spin tonight.