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I try to go to Jazz clubs on a semi regular basis.

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    Sophie Pedophile Tech Support
    Now it's jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys. One strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt with pockets, her hands in there, short haircut, slouched, talking to everybody. Up and down the stairs they come. The bartenders are the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up in the sky with blue eyes, with a beard, is wailing beer-caps off bottles and jamming on the cash register and everything is going to the beat. It's the beat generation, it's beat, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown and like in ancient civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys to a beat and servants spinning pottery to a beat.

    The faces! There's no face to compare with Jack Minger's who's up on the bandstand now with a colored trumpeter who outblows him wild and Dizzy but Jack's face overlooking all the heads and smoke. He has a face that looks like everybody you've ever known and seen on the street in your generation; a sweet face. Hard to describe, sad eyes, cruel lips, expectant gleam, swaying to the beat, tall, majestical – waiting in front of the drugstore. A face like Hunke's in New York (Hunke whom you'll see on Times Square, somnolent and alert, sadsweet, dark, beat, just out of jail, martyred, tortured by sidewalks, starved for sex and companionship, open to anything, ready to introduce new worlds with a shrug). The colored big tenor with the big tone would like to be blowing Sunny Stitts clear out of Kansas City roadhouses, clear, heavy, somewhat dull and unmusical ideas which nevertheless never leave the music, always there, far out, the harmony too complicated for the motley bums (of music-understanding) in there.

    The drummer is a sensational 12-year-old Negro boy who's not allowed to drink but can play, tremendous, a little lithe childlike Miles Davis kid, like early Fats Navarro fans you used to see in Espan Harlem, hep, small – he thunders at the drums with a beat which is described to me by a near-standing connoisseur with beret as a "fabulous beat". On piano is Blondey Bill, good enough to drive any group. Jack Minger blows out and over his head with these angels from Fillmore, I dig him – now it's terrific. I just stand in the outside hall against the wall, no beer necessary, with collections of in-and-out listeners, with Verne, and now here returns Bob Berman (who is a colored kid from West Indies who barged into my party six months earlier high with Dean and the gang and I had a Chet Baker record on and we hoofed at each other in the room, tremendous, the perfect grace of his dancing, casual, like Joe Louis casually hoofing). He comes now in dancing like that, glad. Everybody looks everywhere, it's a jazz-joint and beat generation madtrick, you see someone, "Hi," then you look away elsewhere, for something someone else, it's all insane, then you look back, you look away, around, everything is coming in from everywhere in the sound of the jazz. "Hi", "Hey". Bang, the little drummer takes a solo, reaching his young hands all over traps and kettles and cymbals and foot-peddle BOOM in a fantastic crash of sound – 12 years old – but what will happen?
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    bling bling Dark Matter
    no age limit on pcp
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    Sophie Pedophile Tech Support
    Originally posted by bling bling no age limit on pcp

    wut r u imblying
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    is this from on the road
  5. #5
    Sophie Pedophile Tech Support
    Originally posted by greenplastic is this from on the road

    I haven't a clue.
  6. #6
    Malice Naturally Camouflaged
    Originally posted by greenplastic is this from on the road

    I hate that fucking book.
  7. #7
    Sophie Pedophile Tech Support
    Originally posted by Malice I hate that fucking book.

    Have you heard the audiobook version?




















































  8. #8
    your a beatnik
  9. #9
    Sophie Pedophile Tech Support
    Originally posted by SCronaldo_J_Trump your a beatnik

    What's the 'nik' stand for.
  10. #10
    Originally posted by Malice I hate that fucking book.

    Why?
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    kroz weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
    no you don't
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    mmQ Lisa Turtle
    Jazz with a soft J
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    kroz weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
    the only ting cool you mentioned was clive barker you fag
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