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 #52


'S Marvelous
(Ray Conniff and His Orchestra)
(Columbia Records; 1957)

4 comments :

Christopher said...

my mom and dad had alot of albums of the Ray Conniff singers..playing thru the household..

Greg said...

My wife's mother loved the Ray Conniff singers. For my grandmother it was Lawrence Welk or bust.

swac said...

I have a friend who collects Conniff records, partly for the covers, but also for those weirdly ethereal vocal sounds. At once both anonymous and instantly recognizable.

Christopher said...

'taint Christmas without the Ray Coniff Singers..