Pop Doyle: May you rot in hell, J.P. J.P.: When I'm dead and gone, you'll know what a friend I was.... Kayo: Why don't you drop dead now so we can test your theory?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Pop Doyle: I brought you Joey's windbreaker. It might come in handy. Go ahead, wear it, Kayo. Kayo: Thanks, Pop. Mine's full ...of more holes than the Pittsburgh infield.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Pop" Wyman ruled here with a firm but gentle hand; no drunken man was ever served at the bar; no married man was allowed to play ...at the tables; across the face of the large clock was written "Please Don't Swear," and over the orchestra appeared the gentle admonition, "Don't Shoot the Pianist--He's Doing His Damndest."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Resorts advertised for waitresses, specifying that they "must appear in short clothes or no engagement." Below a Gospel Guide colu...mn headed, "Where our Local Divines Will Hang Out Tomorrow," was an account of spirited gun play at the Bon Ton. In Jeff Winney's California Concert Hall, patrons "bucked the tiger" under the watchful eye of Kitty Crawhurst, popular "lady" gambler.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Pop artists deal with the lowly trivia of possessions and equipment that the present generation is lugging along with it on its sa...fari into the future.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The further jazz moves away from the stark blue continuum and the collective realities of Afro-American and American life, the mor...e it moves into academic concert-hall lifelessness, which can be replicated by any middle class showing off its music lessons.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are like ignorant shepherds living on a site where great civilizations once flourished. The shepherds play with the fragments t...hat pop up to the surface, having no notion of the beautiful structures of which they were once a part.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Kitchens were different then, too--not only what came out of them, but their smells and sounds. A hot pie cooling smells different... from a frozen pie thawing. Oilcloth and linoleum and apples in an open bowl and ruffled rubber aprons make a different aromatic mix from Formica and ceramic tile and mangoes in an acrylic fruit ripener and plastic-coated aprons printed with "Who invited all these tacky people?" And the kitchen sounds. I am not sure that today's kitchen is noisier. But the noises are different. Today you get the song of the food processor and the blender, the intermittent hum of the reefer and the freezer, the buzz-slosh-and-grunt of the dishwasher, the violently audible digestive processes of the waste disposal in the sink. Then it was the whir and clatter of the hand-powered eggbeater, the thunk-thunk-thunk of somebody mashing potatoes, or, in green-pea season, the crisp pop of pea pod and the rattle-rattle-rattle of peas into the pan.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Out of the closets and into the museums, libraries, architectural monuments, concert halls, bookstores, recording studios and film... studios of the world. Everything belongs to the inspired and dedicated thief.... Words, colors, light, sounds, stone, wood, bronze belong to the living artist. They belong to anyone who can use them. Loot the Louvre! A bas l'originalité, the sterile and assertive ego that imprisons us as it creates. Vive le sol--pure, shameless, total. We are not responsible. Steal anything in sight.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »