Monday, October 11, 2004

Welcome to How to Speak Hip!

it's been far too long since these words were heard.
Sit awhile and let's let them wail like cave dwellers turned on to light.
Come in.
Fall out.
Your safe in this abode.
The words from way back, wash you clean.
There's nothing Dubya can do here, this just ain't his scene.
Post and roast.
You'll think you're the most.
Raise a toast to those who aren't here,
But who we hear and hold dear.
Bang your bongo if that's what you need.
If it helps you through the night.
Snap yourself silly and say the words.

Dig it.
Dig yourself, baby.

Keep your wig loose.
I look forward to your juicy groove.


Geetz Romo


Blogger Dougyfish said...

Like, Far out man.
I'm diggin' the flow and
hip to the concept.

January 4, 2005 at 4:20 PM  
Blogger odbu812 said...

Wow! baby , am spreadin the groove, am so flipped that my wig came loose. Shall shine the light so other cave dwellers may grove in the light.

February 28, 2005 at 2:46 PM  
Blogger Treefrog said...

Cool as it ever was. Now maybe people will hang with me when I say "Dig the shades on the cat!".

August 20, 2005 at 8:58 PM  
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December 28, 2005 at 9:12 AM  
Blogger eEvilyn Diddley Scott said...

Mister Geetz Romo, I've been contemplating for the last few years- or more- how would you define hip today? I agree with your past rules of deining hip: defining what isn't cool as opposed to what is, EXAMPLE: Dubya.
That would be like, "Conspiring with a known fink."


What is your take on today's nerd? cool or un-cool?


Do you still dig raspberry jello?

Like, quarter tone,


December 30, 2005 at 8:38 PM  
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December 30, 2005 at 8:38 PM  
Blogger theCraig said...

I like gathered this side with a side of Tony Scott's Music for Zen Meditation in the Village back in like '62 man. I remember that day was shining 'cause after that I went across the street and had Alan Block, make me a pair of sandels... and then there was a steak at O'Henries... it was a day, it was a day.

April 21, 2006 at 9:01 AM  
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January 26, 2009 at 9:53 PM  
Blogger Artel said...


_well mr geetz you seem to have created a group of people who speek just like you, neat.

_Im a square, indeed thats the truth, if i wasnt i wouldnt, forsooth!

_if i know myself foolish and can confide this to all how can i ever be afraid of taking one un-hip step, fall?

_i could talk hip and act kinda cool, but a sham is a sham and soon it becomes known to all.

_the true hipster spoke, so i am what i am, the wig hung loose untill the words fell through a noose.

_so the square has spoken and his rhetoric is made to be broken as indeed himself is its token

January 26, 2009 at 9:55 PM  
Blogger Mantan Calaveras said...

Nerds, today, definitely are not cool.

These days, everyone's a geek. Boys are phone geeks, girls are purse geeks. Anything they can buy from a man, they will geek on.

Now the jocks all became geeks. So whose cool? Whose left to be cool? The cool kids, they the only ones left to freeze outside. You dig?

March 10, 2011 at 7:26 PM  
Blogger Leif Sturmanis Nordholm said...

Finding the hip

I found this bit on basic hip in the dungeon, this little pocket corner of the library in Victoria where things get archived.

The ideas came back to me when I was trying to blog about how it is that people read minds and realized that it all makes sense, so it was freaking me out because the idea is that it takes more belief and faith in things that aren't real not to read minds, the faith and belief that we're so separate and the structure of inequity and all that.

It's because I was reading the Perennial Philosophy and I was trying to find a language with which to express the fact that people who can't read minds are dangerous because they can kill without feeling and they can enforce absurdity without questioning.

It came to me, and I thought it's that there is a perfect thing to do in every situation, but it's not something you could ever tell someone like "that wasn't perfect" like they do in the churches sometimes or on the talk shows.

You just gotta know what it is and there's no real consequence for not getting it, just that we're not gonna hang out and you'll be missing something that's spontaneously awesome, a sublime microcosm of the universe.

So then I thought of a certain bit in this recording, Basic Hip, that I found in the dungeon, the line was something like, you need to know exactly the right thing to do in every situation, answering the question of the "strict rules" of hip society.

So I typed "basic hip" into the box and I got the Buddha's belly. It's genius.

April 20, 2012 at 9:16 PM  

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