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

Vaudevillians #13


Bill Robinson

5 comments :

Fred said...

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes.

Mac said...

Damndest thing when his dog upped and died.

swac said...

Weirdly, I interviewed NY singer songwriter Willie Nile a month or so ago, and he told me about his grandfather who was a vaudeville pianist who played regularly for both Robinson and Eddie Cantor. According to Nile, his grandfather got a Christmas card every year from Bojangles, and when his grandfather died, Cantor paid tribute to him on his radio show.

Interesting considering the recent Cantor post as well...

STARTOONZ said...

That's a great song , and I bought the record by The Nitty-Gritty Dirt Band when it came out,... but, I don't think the real Mr. Bojangles EVER danced in worn out shoes.

STARTOONZ said...

,...Quite a spiffy dresser he was!