Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I'm drunk on the phrasing of Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald after being fairly well steeped in their singing the last few days for easy, obvious reasons. What does it mean, that they did what they did, I ask all addle-pated and tipsy? That they were doing with they did with language--then--that it happened at all? Where did it take us? Seems suddenly miraculous that it should exist at all.