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My hepometer reads jive.
“Drape” was the term for the female shadow (non)entity in constant, creepy, silent, physical proximity to an important cat, like Yoko in Let it Be.
(Specifically how she was in the movie, I mean. I’m one of her seventeen fans.)
Well, isn’t that the bee’s knees!
Twenty-three skiddoo, daddy-o.
When Jeff sees how his name’s used, he’s not going to groove on it, dig?
[…] heartily endorse Dan Collins’ Hep Cat Lingo Revival Initiative. I think the world would groove a lot harder if you cats would find a way to sling the lingo more, […]
I like using that expression every now and then. It’s groovy, baby.
What happened to “ginchy?”
Aw, it’s the berries all right. I mean it’s really Jake – – and how!
Solid.
Try this on for size:
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If that ain’t lingo, I don’t know what is.
And now? I am going to watch “The Worlds Most Amazing Videos” on Spike TV.
Now we’re cookin’ with gas!
Dude!
Groovy, Jack!
Reet!
True LMC story: I spent about fourteen days during my freshman year of college doing my what amounted to a really bad Maynard G Krebs impersonation for the express purpose of getting some hand off of this chick in my Bio study group who had a pretty cool rockabilly thing going on. First girl I ever saw with a tattoo. Anyway, long story short, at some point my roommate and I were with some other guys in a field shooting snowmen with deer slugs and bloowing shit up and after a pretty spectacular boom, amid the cries of “Fuck Yeah!” and “Fucking Awesome!” LMC says, “cool beans”.
Went over real well. Everything got real quiet and my roommate looks at me and says, “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
I cleaned up my act pretty quick. And the Rockabilly chick? Good fun, but the black bob was a wig.
Its the cats pajamas!
LMC, that’s a great story.
“Minnie’s a hep-cat now/ She’s as sharp as the cats allow/ Say, she’s really up todate/ When she topped out in her drape/ Minnie’s a hep cat now.” “Woe theire ain’t no more Smokey Joe/ She’s fluffed off his hi-de-ho/ She’s a solid jitterbug/ And she starts to cut a rug/ Oh Minnie’s a hep cat now.”
This is solid labor, man. I can’t riff my reep.
LMC, heh.
…shooting snowmen with deer slugs and bloowing shit up…
…you just might be a redneck.
:)