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 #56


Mel Tormé

6 comments :

Robert Fiore said...

"That reminds me of a good one Jerry Lewis told me last week . . ."

michaelE said...

The Velvet Fog comes on little cat feet...

Timmy said...

The Velvet Frog, I - I mean Fog

densestarr said...

' ... and our flag was
Tall and tan and young and lovely'

Tommy O'C said...

Someone once told me she thought Mel Torme's voice was superior to Sinatra--even in Frank's prime. But, then, she also second-guessed the white coats in the asylum...

Brooks said...

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