{"id":8074,"date":"2014-03-15T18:00:11","date_gmt":"2014-03-15T18:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2014\/03\/15\/saturday-night-at-the-oldies-slim-gaillard-and-wine-spodiodi\/"},"modified":"2014-03-15T18:00:11","modified_gmt":"2014-03-15T18:00:11","slug":"saturday-night-at-the-oldies-slim-gaillard-and-wine-spodiodi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2014\/03\/15\/saturday-night-at-the-oldies-slim-gaillard-and-wine-spodiodi\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday Night at the Oldies: Slim Gaillard and Wine Spodiodi"},"content":{"rendered":"

This post is for my old college buddy Tom Coleman, fellow Kerouac aficionado, who played Dean to my Sal back in the day. It's Saturday night, the day's scribbling is done, and I just made myself a wine spodiodi.  It is a sort of alcoholic sandwich with mean bourbon the meat and sweet wine the bread.  I just made one with sangria, but it is usually made with port.  Pour some wine into a glass, add some bourbon, then throw in some more wine.  On the rocks or not as is your wont.  Repeat as necessary.
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From On the Road<\/em>:<\/span><\/p>\n

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 … one night we suddenly went mad together again; we went to see Slim Gaillard in a little Frisco nightclub. Slim Gaillard is a tall, thin Negro with big sad eyes who's always saying 'Right-orooni' and 'How 'bout a little bourbon-arooni.' In Frisco great eager crowds of young semi-intellectuals sat at his feet and listened to him on the piano, guitar and bongo drums. When he gets warmed up he takes off his undershirt and really goes. He does and says anything that comes into his head. He'll sing 'Cement Mixer, Put-ti Put-ti' and suddenly slow down the beat and brood over his bongos with fingertips barely tapping the skin as everybody leans forward breathlessly to hear; you think he'll do this for a minute or so, but he goes right on, for as long as an hour, making an imperceptible little noise with the tips of his fingernails, smaller and smaller all the time till you can't hear it any more and sounds of traffic come in the open door. Then he slowly gets up and takes the mike and says, very slowly, 'Great-orooni … fine-ovauti … hello-orooni … bourbon-orooni … all-orooni … how are the boys in the front row making out with their girls-orooni … orooni … vauti … oroonirooni …" He keeps this up for fifteen minutes, his voice getting softer and softer till you can't hear. His great sad eyes scan the audience. Dean stands in the back, saying, 'God! Yes!' — and clasping his hands in prayer and sweating. 'Sal, Slim knows time, he knows time.' <\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n


\"Wine<\/a>Light up a cigarodi, mix yourself a wine spodiodi and then dig Slim Gaillard's <\/span>Cement Mixer<\/span><\/a> mentioned above.  While you're at it, check out the cat on bass in <\/span>this clip<\/span><\/a>.  Go, man, go!  (Never did get around to reading John Clellon Holmes' Go<\/em>.)<\/span><\/p>\n

Stick McGhee, Drinkin' Wine Spo-Dee-O-Dee<\/a>, 1947<\/span><\/p>\n

Now you know where The Electric Flag, featuring Mike Bloomfield on guitar, got their song Wine<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerry Lee Lewis has a version<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

While we are digging the roots of rock, Rocket 88<\/a>, 1951, may well be the first R & R number.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ike Turner puts me in mind of Tina and It's Gonna Work Out Fine<\/a>, 1961.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This post is for my old college buddy Tom Coleman, fellow Kerouac aficionado, who played Dean to my Sal back in the day. It's Saturday night, the day's scribbling is done, and I just made myself a wine spodiodi.  It is a sort of alcoholic sandwich with mean bourbon the meat and sweet wine the … Continue reading “Saturday Night at the Oldies: Slim Gaillard and Wine Spodiodi”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8074","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8074","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8074"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8074\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8074"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8074"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8074"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}