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

People Who Died #51

Don Cornelius (1936-2012)

. . . and in parting from this vale of tears, we here at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger . . . wish you Love, Peace and Soul.

1 comment :

NadineisthatU said...

Thank you for everything you did for all of us who love to dance, and hustle and stroll, and mashed potato, and monster mash, and jive, and keep moving to the music, even if we can only wheel chair dance now. My sister was on your show twice. She was a specialist in doing "The Pony."