Tuesday, February 10, 2015

hipshots...













I gotta gold rolex.
I must be hip!
noooooooooo.
you just got stuff.
Hip comes from 'hippeis', the ancient Greek word for the light cavalry who led the charge and scouted the way.
now Hip is a catchall phrase for glossy magazines who think that if they use it then ipso facto they are then "hip".
nooooooo.

If ya really want to be just a little hip then learn a Mississippi John Hurt song on your guitar.
A wonderful light tenor without overwhelming instrumental virtuosity.
Just enough to hook you and get you into playing some nice music.
Gary Davis was the fingerpicking maestro.
He taught all the New York wannabees in the 50's and 60's and many of them went on to become starts of the folk and  rock scene then and now.
Are you hip to that?
can yo dig it man?

Tosches and Cohn were hipper than hip.
Stratospheric even.
They right up there with Chester Himes and Lou Cameron.
barc barc barc.

Charles Shaar Murray is pretty hip toooooo.
Well he became hip when he admitted that Mike Bloomfield was a cut above clappo.
tee hee.

None so hip as Big Jay McNeely arrested outside the Los Angeles Colisseum, wearing a toga and playing his saxophone on roller skates and charged with 'inciting Mexicans".
How hip is that?






Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

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