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

Artists in Action #555

Dusty Springfield
Dusty Springfield doesn't know what to do with herself.


VP81955 said...

More soul than any white woman should've been allowed to have. (Helluva Burt Bacharach interpreter, too -- listen to her version of "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself," and you'll understand why Elvis Costello performed it with the Attractions back in his "new wave" days.)

swac said...

Even Aretha thought so.

Brooks said...

She does look a little like Burt here.