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

Tricky: Scenes from a Life #81


Tricky fills in for Van Cliburn (1963)

7 comments :

Fabulastic said...

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Who Am Us Anyway? said...

"Let me sing this about that."

swac said...

"I dropped a note or two back there...can we edit that out?"

F.G. Marshall-Stacks said...

... a great pity Van Cliburn didn't reciprocate by filling-in at The White House.

Vanwall said...

Shoot the piano player.

F.G. Marshall-Stacks said...

'My mother hates me being the leader of the Republicans, so I told her now I play piano for a living'

swac said...

"They laughed when I sat down to play...and they're still laughing now."