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

Welcome to Show Business! #40

Original Caption:

New York -- Telegraph messenger boys wearing Eddie Cantor masks were at Grand Central Station to meet the movie and radio comedian when he arrived, Jan. 2. Each messenger carried a telegram which read, "If you want a boy, daddy, call Western Union." They were signed by Cantor's five daughters. Cantor came to New York to attend the premiere of his new picture, 'Strike Me Pink,' at Radio City Music Hall on Jan. 16. (1936)


Christopher said...

Night of The Living Whoopie

estiv said...

Even fairly ordinary show biz has a way of unexpectedly morphing into surrealism.