Flappers sipping on gin fizz. Whiskey swillers. Jivers, jokers, pranksters pulling shennanigans late into the night. Gamblers, betters, teetotallers. Card-sharks, winkers, nudgers, and people in disguise. Comedians, tricksters, dopplegangers, detectives, and inspectors of all kinds. Cheapskates, vagabonds, carpetbaggers, anti-prohibitionists. Schemers, swindlers and deal-brakers. Newsies. People who pull fast ones. Mongrels, thieves, bandits and swashbucklers. Grinners and nodders. Scapegoats, criminals, and mischievous Pucks of all varieties. Fools and buffoons. Masterminds who pull hijinks and meander when questioned by cops. Magicians. Cointossers. Well-wishers.
Gold panners and grave diggers and ghost-towners. Fortune telling, mind reading, crystal ball psychics. Dice throwers and dimestore fluzies. Pool hall hustlers. Carnival caravans, gypsies and scalawags. Brothel harlots and bordello broads. Supersticious den mothers and whorehouse regulars. The antics of the junkyard dogs and the alley cats. Boozehounds and winos and voodoo queens. Saloon sitters and showdown gunners and stowaways on board. Jig dancers and merrymakers. Ransom note writing lunatics, bible verse spouting heathens, and Americana folklorists.
Outlaws and runaways. Hooligans and riff raff.
Beatboxers, breakdancers, generations upon generations of cool.
Wandering hobos who carry switch-blade knives. Aimless meanderings of poets. Stoned hippies in vans searching for the truth. Hitchikers and heroine junkies. Zoot suit parties, tequila-filled rumblings in barroom brawls.
Zigzagers, drifters and gallivanters. Roamers, strollers and traipsers. Fancy-free bums. Dumpster-divers. Panhandling moochers. Vagrants and wayfareres. Rootless, rambling teenagers and prodigal sons. Nomadic journeymen, their footloose children, along with their idle wives. Globe-trotting voyagers. The destitute and the dirty. The derelicts and the dispossesed. The down-and-outers. The abandoned the forsaken and forgotten and the forlorn.
Madcappers, earth-shakers, daredevils and charlatans. Rogues, killjoys, filibusters and corsairs. The rebelers and the discontent.
Underground railroad participants singing their way to freedom. Protesters. Uprisers. Rioters. Freedom-fighters. Freedom-riders. Grassroots organizers.
Ex-pat writers gathering in Paris. Beat writers washing away the stale words of yesterday.
Anti-disestablishmentarianism believers.
Jukebox survivors. Punk musings and rock'n'roll stripped to the core. Tired hours of drugs and drink and music. Rappers Delight, gangstas, and coast wars. Hi-fivers, hand-shakers, butt-slappers and head-butters.
Cheap beer. The working class. Union members and strikers and whistle-blowers.
Jazz, man. Soul, brother.
Rhythm sections and reed instrumentalists. Accordian owners and harp specialists. Ragtime piano buffs. Trombone blowers and flute whistlers. Harmonic accapella screamers.
Bell-bottoms and denim. Skinny ties and Chuck Taylors. Skinny jeans on skinny people. Grandpa sweaters and thrift store knee socks. Oversized bags and tiny clutches. Cat-eye glasses and aviator shades.
Crafty bitches: sewers, knitters, crocheters. Friendship bracelet making, zine-hoarding comic bookstore employees.
New wave. Soft-rock. Vinyl not CD.
Abstract expressionists, graffitti artists, taggers, conceptual photographers and tattoo wearing illustrators.
Swingers, greasers, and rockabilly boys. Hip daddies and daddy'os. Head bangers and metalheads. Rockers. Scenesters. Motherfuckers. Lushes, speedfreaks, tweakers, and potheads.
Country-time lovin' red-headed strangers. Dolly Parton. Rocking horse riders, cattle ranchers, bull horn collectors and rodeo clown jockeys. Just like Waylon Jennings said: old five and dimers and honkey-tonk heroes like me.
Folk rockers like Neil Young and Woodie Guthrie. And hidden Tennessee guitar legends and backwoods Alabama myths and sad Kentucky banjo circles plucking in the backyard potluck. Ghost story tellers. Harmonica jammers and ukelele masters.
Freaks, geeks, dorks, nerds and Hallelujah choruses. (Forever and ever amen.) Could I get an Amen? Pioneers. Pilgrims. Shakers. Puritans. Peacemakers and pacifists. Prophets and mystics.
Sweat Lodges in Savannah. Trail of Tears hikers. Buried Indian chiefs.
Generations of cool collide.
Synchronized swimmers, wild gymnasts, and Mercurial little girls.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
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