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 #55

Infinity in Sound, vol. 1
(RCA-Victor records; 1960)


Peter L. Winkler said...

The aural equivalent of an explosion in a tutti frutti factory.

Bill said...

i have this record, it's great! esquivel is classic.

swac said...

I found this in a junk shop in the Annapolis Valley for a buck in the midst of the "space age bachelor pad" music boom. I was one happy camper. Somehow I like this stuff better with a little snap, crackle and pop.