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 #47


My Kind of Town
(Jack Jones)
(Kapp Records; 1965)

4 comments :

Shawn said...

This so cool. I just recieved this album on vinyl out of a bunch of (mostly) crap records, someone was getting rid of..... Guess I'm keeping this one! Thanks!

Christopher said...

the LOOOVE boat..soon will be making another run..

the communicatrix said...

I remember this strip of Chicago's Rush Street (now part of what's known as "the Viagra Triangle") from growing up there back in the 1960s. McConnell's coffee shop, fave hang of many writers, was just kitty-corner to this. That's the Singapore Hut behind Jack's head, and Universal Recording Studios is just to the south.

Damn. When did I go codger?

Shawn said...

Oops! Seems I mis-spelled received in the 1st post! My bad! Um.... I mean... Sorry!