Today’s Music: Cassandra Wilson – You Move Me
Note On Today’s Music: This might not be to everyones taste (heavy jazz), but man, does she know how to set a mood! Hope you like it.
Dig it, Daddio.
The lights dim as our beatnik poet shuffles across the stage, lime green spotlight highlighting his clove cigarette and Ramones t-shirt (with Jessica Simpsons face decaled over the band members and a tag line “Irony: It’s what’s for dinner” on the bottom).
In the corner, noted South American drummer Cervez Cerveza holds court over a wide array of noisemakers, stainless steel brushes held at the ready.
The first slam “cigarette drag” of the new year. All about *cough* the resolution *wheeze*. And the Revol*hack*ution. *wheezehackcough*.
So lets ge*hackwheezecough*t hip to the scene, cool cats! *wheezecoughcoughcoughhack*
Medic!
*The yellow spot pierces the haze of patchouli to light up our beatnik. Soft greens soften the hulking image of Cervaz*
Revolution
We live together for years
Same old, same old…
tshk tshk
We
cook
tshhhhhhhhh
We
clean
tshhhhhh bang
We
laugh
fwa boom
But trouble lurks beneath.
*maraca rattle*
It starts in the eyes
A tightening, a darkening, a stare
fshhhhhhTOK
Something is not right.
Another night
We undress for bed
ssssstsh
Clothes in the laundry bag gently placed.
The floor clear.
Except
For
My
Socks
ting
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?
BADUM
The revolution has begun.
*shaking rain stick*
Was I suppose to laugh? I hope so, because I SO did…I mean out loud, really out loud.
Cool Daddy, real cool…like Pluto cool…and so was the music.
The scene ain’t complete without you in it, Alex!
I’m not much of a jazz fan, but I do like Gilligan. Does that score me any points?
I like to think that Gilligan is the logical endpoint of Maynard 20 years later, Carrie.
Full points awarded.
Awesome.
Awesome. And I have been watching Maynard G. Krebbs on the Doobie… sorry… Dobie Gillis show on the ME channel early in the morning. That is a funny character.
That’s weird,PMAO. That;s the second time today I heard reference to the show being re-aired.
I love it when that happens. Synchronicity.
*fingersnaps*
I was hoping you’d bring the snaps, Addie!
Interwoven with ironic sound, you’ve pierced an inner ear drum with your cloister longing. The hero’s quest calls, always in the beginning is there blindness always at the end is the beginning. Don’t forget your pocket hanky.
Oh yeah, you’re diggin the vibe, Lori!
And the pocket hanky is crushed velvet. Because the man can’t keep me down.
Wow….that song was fantastic….I could smell the cigarettes and barely see the stage through the bad lighting and haze of exhaled smoke!! Brilliant. What a talented guy you are!
It’s all about bringin the hep to the cats, the cool to the daddys, the oneness to the many, and the things to the stuff, Poly.
Ohhhh yeahhhhhhh…
You bring all that stuff…..and I’ll introduce myself so I don’t feel like such a stalker. My name is Susan….it’s nice to stalk you….I mean, meet you.
The pleasure is all mine, Susan!
And shall I refer to you as Guapo….’cause that would be pretty freakin’ cool…..however if you prefer some other moniker (real or otherwise) feel free to let me know.
Guapo is a good place to start. Though if you hang around a bit,you’ll hear all the variations I’ve been blessed with – Guap Tart, Guapamole, Guapenheimer….
Haha….love them all. And I’ve seen you refer to your wife with a long list of letters….still trying to come up with an appropriate name to go with those letters that is complimentary to her.
The Most Wonderful Girl In The Universe, of course!
Oh my God….my heart just melted. That is adorable.
Sad part – that’s exactly how I am in real life.
Hmph.
That’s not a sad thing at all. They should clone guys like you and Hotspur. I love how in love you are with your wives, and proud to show it.
Honestly, I had no idea I could ever get that lucky.
And I’d stand on Bob Dylans coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that!
(Anyone? Anyone?)
I’d actually pay money to see that….I lead a sheltered life.
Guaperella, GuapleToes, Count Guapula, Guacamole Bits, GuapMan, GuapOWhine….. just to name a few..
Haha….I’m going to have to make a flow chart!!
Susan, meet Ginger. Ginger, this is Susan.
I’m doomed…
Don’t worry….we’ll be gentle!!
Yep.
Definitely doomed.
Muah ha ha. Don’t lose sleep over it Guapper…..most men dream of having women gang up on him.
Guapster, The Guapper, Guap Along, My funny Guapatine, Smashing Guapkins, My dear Guapson…
GAH!!!
Ooh, I might need wine for this!! At least I have Ginger as my guide!!
Yeah! Ginger can be your guide!
What could possibly go wrong?!?
Nothing for us….I don’t know if I can say the same for you. ;P
Oh, I know.
And you definitely can’t!
(Ginger’s been after me for a while now. Something about being a meal fo- I mean, babysitting the flesh eaters.)
I’ll have to learn from the Master!
You’re not fat enough to feed to the flesh eaters… but they WILL bite you.
Now THAT is a very frightening thought- me as a ‘guide’!
*snort*
We will get lost, I assure you..
But we’ll make good time and having fun trying to get there!!
Ohforgoodnesssake!
WHAT? I’m bored… I can’t help myself! Don’t be a Guappie Downer.
*headdesk*
You’ll get a GuapAche if you do that.
Ok, I’m done, for now..
I don’t know why I was thinking back to this conversation today and all the names Ginger shared….for some reason I just really wanted to call you Vinnie Guaparino today…..must have been the wine!!
It was the hair. Gotta be the hair.
Don’t touch it!!!
*snap snap snap snap snap* Cool, daddio.
I’m diggin your vibe, Hotspur.
Diggin it.
From a cool cat like you, that vibe was jumpin’.
The drummers name gave me an urge for a beer. After acquiring said beverage I listened to Cassandra while reading the post. BADUN…tiiiiiinnnnngggg.
Cervez Cerveza is knownup and down the highway from the city speakeasies to the honky tonks on the coast, John.
And they all say the same thing: “Another round please!”
By the way, You might get written in as the next drummer after that hot riff..
Were you hopped up on tea and Bennies when you wrote that? Man, that was, like, delivered by the halos.
The jazz trio on next said I was lookin’ tall, calahan.
(Of course, they were midgets, so…)
I prefer to call them ‘little giants’
Ode To El Guapo
My man
Cool cat Guapo
-finger snaps from Addie-
The tourists
In the snow
On the Reno strip
Bright Bermuda shorts
Bright Bright
Bermuda shorts
-drags on clove cigarette-
Dancing naked on a bar
At Harrah’s
The Guap
Oh, we need to get you on stage, Miss B!
It would be a shame for the cats and the birds to not feel some of the sweet jelly you’re layin’ down.
Groovy – diggin the beat n ..stuff. Ok I will admit I thought Cassandra Wilson was one of the Wilson Sisters.. what? Can;t take a big hit off those cloves though man – they will get ya everytime. this isn;t a art imitates life thing is it? I mean that is just so bizarre… either way. If it is well..just kooky and if not what inspired it ? or does a suave beatnik never tell..
Hey – say hi to TMWGITU for me please
The Wilson Sisters are just un-square enough to appreciate Cassandra. Which puts you on the beatin’ edge for putting them together!
LizzieC’s espressos are on the house!
(TMWGITU says hi!)
(And stop hittin on my wife!)
HI TMWGITU!!!!!! YAY!! She said hi – wait she always says hi but still …sigh..
now what were you saying?
whoa beatin edge – does that mean ..I am ahead of the game? could it really be? Well put the Bailey’s on the house too darnit..I mean if the house has any…and I’m not hitting on her so much as nudging.. I think there isn’t a difference but its not so blatantly obvious..or something… ok.. maybe we will see how that goes
Obviously, you are the man for all ages. Here’s a tutorial for those interested.
A perfect lesson, Frank!
Now it will be even easier to convert more beats out from under the soulless corporate clutches of The Man.
Always good to hear Guapo Approved.
Hi,
Excellent or I should say very cool.
Cool, baby cool!
Thanks Magsx2. We’re going to have to name part of the coffee house in your honor…
Like, Coolsville, Daddio.
The express train to Coolsville, Twin.
Bypassing Square City.
I can’t believe that city is still there.
The Man put his foot down so hard on it’s neck, it ain’t never gettin’ out.
Damn. I can’t stand the man.
Careful Twin – that’s what he wants you to think about him.
He’s nefarious that way!
Well it’s working!
check this out, daddyo
I think people get so high reading this, is probably because Ginsburg was pretty high writing it, Enchanted.
Wouldn’t have it any other way!
That’s worthy of a snap and two black turtlenecks. cool.
Great. Now whenever I shut my eyes as an attempt to watch movies on my eyelids, I’m gonna see Gilligan. Thanks, LaddyO.
Now that’s a scene, Jules!
I just put on my big dark glasses, my black turtleneck sweater, and I’m starting to grow a beard….dig it….
Your beret is in your membership package, zannyro.
Kerouac is on the road delivering it now.
Ooohhh..Ooooohhh…Ii’d better get ready!!
Well. I’m wicked old.
I actually used to watch Dobie Gillis, Daddio. And I used to wear black turtlenecks with my black jeans.
And I loved Boris and Natasha……
My girl loves Boris and Natasha too, momshieb.
My mother gave me the book The Many Loves Of Dobie Gillis when I was still a kid.
Great stuff!
Aw, jeez, I remember that book!!!
Love steel brushes on drums. I’ll bring my bongo drum and be right there, man.
How could I forget the bongos, Maddie?
You’re hired!
I’ll be there next Saturday!
Beatnik poetry & jazz places were (and still are I might add) where the “happy” people gathered.. I think I lived in another life because I love this stuff..
I think you’re livin’ the right life, FPP.
As long as the shiny people are over there and the happy people are-
Wait, no. Wrong movement…
Hilarious! Love the song, too!
I can’t believe you’re mocking my art, wim2s!
Rather, I can’t believe you’re mocking it so gently!
I can dig this scene, although I was probably more of a Mod. But yeah, cool daddio. Did I really just write that? I like that kind of jazzy sound. Nice post.
Only a hep cat like you can straddle the line to bring the mods and the beats together, Grippy.
You make the scene all it can be.
Hmm … I’m trying to figure out if I’m not stoned enough, or too stoned. No, I’m certain – I’m far more think than you stoned I am. That was SOO daddy-o, groovy!
By the by, can you do me a favour, and tell he who the heck I am?
You’re the man, John.
The heppest cat ever to rock the goat into funky freestyle freedom.
(At least, that’s what it says on the nametag in your shirt…)
I’m going to light a stick of incense, put on my black beret and shades, and read that again.
Your server will be there anon with your cappucino, Emily…
The mundane sock drama is raised to cool cat perfection. It’s amazing how cool “Revolution” sounds with the steel brushes and rainsticks…
The beats were on it, Delicious.
(I’m not sure what “it” refers to here, but that’s definitely what they were on!)
So this is totally what played in my head the whole time: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-IYlzWP9fM
EGAD! That squirrel has it goin on, Asplenia!
Guap, this was specfrickintacular! The whole beat scene, the musician (Cervez, you dog!), the onomatopoeia, the whole frenzy. And to top it off, a picture of Bob Denver as Maynard G. Krebs. WHAT were you smoking? ha ha ha ha ha ha. I really needed this poem tonight. Thanks for your encouraging words at my blog, too. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/01/05/peace-and-war-and-pieces-of-human-beings-on-the-ground/
Thanks Amy!
And I can’t wait to read your next verse.
What a great song to start the New Year!!!! YEY
Viva Revolution!
Viva la socks, ristinw!
Hahaha, that was … great. Really. Especially with those sounds
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Well done Guapo! *ting* *applause* *cough*
Woohoo! Applause from NBI!
(But now I’m going to have to work harder on the next one to earn some of your snaps!)
Haha, yes, indeed, I’m expecting more and more every time… Don’t disappoint me!
You’re the coolest cat…..
High praise from the hippest dame on the scene, whitelady!
Charity – and the revolution – begins at home? <3
It’s all about those free-range radical thoughts, Stacy.
And coffee.
And irony.
Oh, and a beret too…
Glad to hear it – I have all of those, and plenty of them! <3
I’m diggin your tunes. I’ve been moved, Guapo.
Cool, Guap. Very cool…..
You can’t hear me snapping my fingers, dig? But I am–you’re the most, Guap-Daddy, absolutely cosmic, cat!
Maynard G Krebs!
The Cassandra Wilson piece was beautiful. I hadn’t heard of it (nor, I think, of her) before. What exactly makes it “heavy” jazz? Is that a genre? If so, I assume it’s an alternate to “lite” jazz, which I’ve heard of.
Ok,hears the (as) short (as I can make it) answer, Smak –
The heavier the jazz, the more likely there will be note combinations that make absolutely no sense, and may in fact jar you out of the piece before finding some new exciting way to bring it back. Think Miles Davis at his most inscrutable brilliant point, or John Coltrane doing things you never thought of on Favorite Things.
The Cassandra Wilson tune is a little more”classical jazz” than that, but still (I thought) a bit on the edge.
“Lite” is Kenny G elevator muzak.
An I think it’s we who are the most!
I have no idea what I just read but it’s great to have a fsshhhhhhhhhhhTOK sound in my head while I contemplate.
Sounds like you got it perfectly, Laura – I have no idea what I wrote!
(The spirit was upon me. *Kool Aid Man voice* Ohhhhhh Yeahhhhhh)
Awesome! I tried to hear those sounds in my head the best I could. Loved this – did you wear a turtle neck while this was created?
I wore nothing but my beads!
And a soul patch.
So this is what Beatnik Poetry Slam looks like?
lol
Maybe I should add one soon, I have already done
the rapping poem so this could be fun too
What a wicked and
wonderful posting El Guapo
Androgoth
Thanks, Andro.
I think this is the third or fourth, and they just get goofier and goofier.
And a happy hump day to you!
You have now surpassed my previous favorite Beatnik, Maynard G. Krebs to become my favorite beatnik El Guapo Guapola. Brilliant! (And is it just me or does Allan Ginsberg sound like Stephen Hawking?)
Now that you mention it, I’ve never seen Ginsburg and Hawking at the same time, Linda.
Hmmm….
I knew it!!
The only thing I know about this kind of music comes from “Funny Face” with Audrey Hepburn where she is seriously into the scene. In the Parisian cafe, everyone finger snaps their approval. Even though this is not my scene, I can appreciate how much everyone likes it.
The slam is the holy grail of spoken word, Benze!
The bees knees. the cat’s meow!
Sorry, should have read music/poetry
I miss smoking less every day. Thank you for this day’s affirmation. And I love that Cassandra chick. Heavy is good, baby. Lay it on.
You’re a true beat, Cayman.the scene couldn’t make it without you.
I dig, man. I dig. Hey cool cat, see you on the flip side.