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
This Sporting Life #28
Matt Busby, manager of The Manchester United, winners of the European Cup trophy in 1968. Dig it, dig it, dig it.
One of an extraordinary trio of Scots ex-coalminers - Jock Stein (Celtic) and Bill Shankly (Liverpool) were the others - who turned British football on its head. It doesn't even seem like a cliche to say we won't see their likes again.
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One of an extraordinary trio of Scots ex-coalminers - Jock Stein (Celtic) and Bill Shankly (Liverpool) were the others - who turned British football on its head. It doesn't even seem like a cliche to say we won't see their likes again.
The BBC! B.B. King! And Doris Day!
I was hoping someone would sing along with me on this one. Thanks.
Funnily enough, I had no idea who Matt Busby was until now.
Now, Charles Hawtrey on the other hand...
@ Wellwynder---we are seeing their like today--his name is Alex Ferguson.
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