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 Pop #41

Sea of Dreams
(Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra)
(Capitol Records; 1958)


Christopher said...

cheesy.. yet very pleasent...makes me thirsty!

Inquiring Camera Girl said...

That's pretty risqué for 1958 .... nice!

swac said...

Take that, Julie London!

Tempest said...

Okay almost-once more - this time try not to exhale any bubbles out of your nose and for Gawdsakes SMILE!

Timmy said...

I think I see poopie in her diaper

Christopher said...

well she ain't no Willa Harper but it still makes me skeeered to go swimmin'!....My foot keeps kicking something.. ??=:oo??