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 #655


The New Orleans Rhythm Kings

3 comments :

Joe Thompson said...

They were a good bad. I remember a set of liner notes that claimed that theirs were the first jazz records that don't sound strange to modern ears. I don't agree with that, but it's an interesting thought.

MBobmcdowall said...

wrong way round?

mbullock said...

Yes, it's printed backwards, unless every wind player had a custom-built lefty instrument, which is not too likely. These guys obviously like to have fun, so maybe that was a gag on their part.