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 #578

Duke Ellington wishes those people would shut up.


marietta said...

The great"Duke of Ellington"

Joe Thompson said...

That's one intense look of concentration. Our greatest American composer.

twister said...

I feel his pain.

Bang Potential said...

omigosh yeah, someday I'll get Bose headphones so I don't have to do that EVERY time I go to a coffee shop, speak a melodic language or pipe down to the level of everyone else