Hipsters, Flipsters and finger poppin' Daddies--Knock me your lobes! I come here not to jive his sweet double Hipness, but to swing wit' 'em. Now dig this, all you Cats and Kittens and Studs and Stallions; this lame bit I'm puttin' down won't hip you to the actual Genius that was his Lordship. For that you need to hop in your short, and groove on down to the wax museum to pick yourself up some sides of the swingingest Cat what ever swung.
And if you do, m' lawds and ladies of the Royal Court, today's Hipstory lesson will run the gamut all the way down from Jonah and the Nazz to The Hip Ghan, with stops along the way for the Gasser, that poor misunderstood Marquis de Sade and maybe even that story written on the inside of your eyelids.
Grab your pith helmets and your spinnin' wheel baby, and dig the hippest jive in all of Mother India (or anywhere else too).
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