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

They Were Collaborators #624


Charles Mingus, Roy Haynes, Thelonious Monk and Charlie Parker jam at The Open Door in Greenwich Village, Sept. 1953.

8 comments :

huskermould said...

wow.

H. P. L. said...

Holy S---!!

Fred said...

I don't care what they were charging, this gig was well worth the cover!

Loye said...

Can you imagine being in that room at that time in their presence? I know I can't.

Joe Thompson said...

The arguments must have been as exciting as the music.

Peter Yezukevich said...

Only posting to mention that my first thought was "HOLY CRAP" - then I clicked to see the comments.

Sazerac the Clown said...

The management couldn't find anybody good.

Unknown said...

Does anyone know where this photo originally appered?