Be-bop, re-bop

Be-Bop, Re-Bop is told in language that swings off the page. It's the story of the '30s-Krazy Kat cartoons, the Louis-Schmelling fight, the young Nat King Cole. The story of the '40s-the Flying Black Aces, Billie Holiday, and the least known titans of jazz. It's the story of the '50s, with its bawling baby named desegregation, and the story of now, with its brie, Chablis and self-centered me. Riding a rift of sheet joy, Be-Bop conjures up the time and life of an on the spot sage known as Double, along with the dues and cues of the head bump reality he chooses to use to his gain. Up front of that backdrop we meet Double's young chip-"Atta Baby!" Double'd say to rusty kneed me, jiving to the beat right beside him-but as a grown up observe in Doubl's own image. Then there's level edged Vole, Double's wife, and too there's PQ, Muhdear and the rest of the regulars. Ool ya koo, ah ruby do flew Be-Bop's the pulse of American Blacklife, the real deal depiction of folks and their values are partners in time. Not a book but a beat, it's the tune of our roots on their trail today.