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 #569

Bill Kerr, Kenneth Williams, Tony Hancock, Hattie Jacques and Sid James


Robert Fiore said...

Hancock was sort of the English Jack Benny, except that when any one of the people around him got a laugh it made Hancock feel insecure.

Kreisler said...

OK - forget all the Carry On stuff, this is the highpoint for Williams, James, Jacques etc. Rightly or wrongly, Tony Hancock appears to us now as the perfect emblem of late 50s / early 60s Britain. As soon as the 60s with a capital S kicked in, he lost his way. At the start, on the radio, he was the king of East Cheam.

swac said...

Don't forget, you can usually get a weekly dose of Hancock & co. over at the BBC 7 radio archive.

Lex10 said...

Where's Hawtrey?