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

In the Studio #41

Mitch Miller


Mac said...

Ahhh, the unmistakable tones of Christmas, courtesy of an all-butch chorus accompanied by a lone, heavily-reverbed accordion. Couldn't erase it from my mind if I wanted to ..... and God how I want to.

Christopher said...

..Fall in behind the Major..."

Fred said...

Shouldn't this be part of the Un-Cool Hall of Fame?

VP81955 said...

Mitch, for your sake, I hope your oboe playing (and work with the likes of Charlie Parker!) is enough to overcome the treacle you foisted on American pop music in the early 1950s as A&R chief at Columbia. In your own perverse way, you were to rock 'n' roll what Sarah Palin is to the progressive movement -- the best unintentional friend it ever had. (You also led Frank Sinatra to pack his bags for Capitol, another thing we should thank you for.)

estiv said...

The banjo can be a wonderful instrument, but on a Mitch Miller song it always signals pure hoke. Of course, that was exactly what he wanted.