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 an Item #102

June Allyson and Dick Powell 2
June Allyson and Dick Powell


MichaelRyerson said...

Geniuses, both of em.

justjack said...

But not in France. Heh!

Just Kidding.

I've only seen a couple of Dick Powell's "boy singer" movies, but he struck me as a likable personality with a flair for light comedy.

In a lot of ways, I liked his Philip Marlowe even more than Bogie's. As Marlowe, Powell seemed to give off an air of doing the right thing almost as a compulsion that he couldn't help; he'd have an expression of "okay, I know I'm going to regret this" just before giving out with a snappy one-liner. And he definitely was vulnerable to the thugs' fists. Even though Marlowe is supposed to be a pretty big, strong guy, I never thought of him as being some kind of superman. Dick Powell looked good in the beat-up makeup.

As for June Allyson? Gawd, what a voice. Loved her voice!

MichaelRyerson said...

well, you rightly saw my 'geniuses...' crack as being a smartass. in my youth, y best friend's father was a lead carpenter at Republic Studios and one summer he got both of us a job on the commissary truck hawking snacks and cold meals to mostly the craft people but with a smattering of the production crews and 'talent'. in these days Republic was pretty much gone but Desilu and Four Star was goin and blowin, I don't think CBS had made an appearance yet. Anyway, I remember Dick Powell being a very approachable guy, always with an upbeat, sunny disposition (course we couldn't see the behind closed-doors pressure either) always said hello to everybody and remembered people's names, would sometimes stand around and shoot the breeze with the carpenters. Just seemed like a regular guy to a sixteen year old kid. I think he turned out to be a good businessman. He died just a couple of years later. And he was married to Joan Blondell at one time. so gunslinger kudos on that. maybe he was a genius

Maureen said...

See, now, I was under the impression she was a Lesbian.

MichaelRyerson said...

Thanks Maureen, I needed that. I'll think about that in greater detail later.

twister said...

Oh June. Oh Dick. Oh June. Oh Dick, Dick, Dick.

Vanwall said...

Her: Meh. Him: film genius, singer, dancer, tough guy - check out "You Never Can Tell", he's the doggiest guy you'd ever meet; check put the kibble snacks.

Tommy O'C said...

Look, all I wanna know is, after the camera lights went out, did they do the Monty in the back seat?

Christopher said...

van johnsons not gonna like this!
..pettin' in the car-bad boy..pettin' in the car-bad girl..first you bite her ear off,then you kick her teeth in then you steal a little kiiiis..