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 Art of Jazz #90

Music for Tired Lovers
(Woody Herman and The Errol Garner Trio)
(Columbia Records; 1954)


Christopher said...

lol..what the hells that supposed to mean?
I think that dudes left hand might be awake! ;o)

Timmy said...

Woody stayed true to his musical guns, on through the 1970's. He got hip but never lost his stamina. I'm sure this girl on the cover KNEW that.

Tommy O'C said...

It looks as though she kept Woody "up" all night and is eyeing her next dance partner...