© Adam Granger
COOOOOOL ADAM'S BOHEMIAN BEATNIK COFFEEHOUSE
3-21-93 running time: 4:00
[Pop is on stage without Adam. Jeffrey Wilcomb is on bass, but is not yet playing.]
POP: And now, it's time for a word from the friendly folks at Pop's Chuck Wagon Restaurant, where our customers eat the same chuck wagon food that the cowpokes did on the old Cimarron Trail cattle drives--
[Enter Adam in beret and dark glasses]
ADAM: Hey, daddy-o, slip me some skin!
POP: Uh, Adam, if you don't mind, I'm doing a Pop's Chuck Wagon commercial here. And why are you dressed like that?
ADAM: Aw, man, don't be beatin' your gums about this Chuck's Pop Wagon jive, man.
POP: --that's Pop's Chuck Wagon, Adam--
ADAM: Whatever you say, O Padre Mio. But I got a new gig to bequeath to all these cats and kitties. An express train straight to Coolsville. Lay a little of that moderne electronical doghouse jazz bass on me, Professor Wilcomb, and let me lay these fine citizens into a new groove.
[Jeffrey starts to play cool jazz walking bass]
ADAM: That's it, man. . .Now, we gotta bust loose from this dusty old Cedar Social gig. I'm here to turn all you hep-cats and -kitties on to the single most happening purveyor of fine potables and poetry this side of the Village--and I don't mean the Village of Orono. No jive talk here, daddy-o; I'm talking about Cooooool Adam's Bohemian Beatnik Coffeehouse.
POP: Uh, Jeffrey, could you please stop playing for a minute?
[Jeffrey stops playing]
POP: Adam, this is supposed to be a commercial for Pop's Chuck Wagon Restaurant--
ADAM: Hey, don't bug me, man. You may want to ride the last conestoga to Dullsville, but don't drag the loyal and true blue supporters of our gig here along with you. Jeffrey, my man, if you please:
[Jeffrey starts playing]
ADAM: Cats and kitties, the minute you make the scene at Cooooool Adam's Bohemian Beatnik Coffeehouse, the second you latch on to a cup of that smooth jumpin' java with moo juice frothin' on its noggin, you'll know you're in hepcat heaven. And we're not talking no puny jive demitasse here. We're not talking semi-tasse or hemi-tasse. We're talking a full tasse of wig-flipping java--
POP: Uh, Jeffrey, please?
[Jeffrey stops playing]
POP: See, I don't think this is the right kind of thing to be advertising on our show, Adam--
ADAM: Tut tut tut, my ten-gallon amigo. That's for the Cedar Social audience to decide. Eel Premiero Padrones Dell 'Arte, man! Jeffrey, if you would be so kind:
[Jeffrey starts playing]
ADAM: It's your choice, cats and kitties: You can ride a heifer to Squaresville on a stone drag cattle drive with Tom Mix here, where the only groove you'll be in is a wagon rut and the only kicks you'll get are from old Dobbin, OR, you can make the scene and flip your lid in the land of bongos, beatniks and berets. You can flap your yapper and wig out with the coolest cats this side of the Siberian Tiger cage at the zoo.
POP: --Now wait a minute. You're not accurately depicting the atmosphere at Pop's Chuck Wagon--
ADAM: It's your choice. Friends, whoa-mans and jiveheads: You can go back to a throwback: Chuck's Pop Wagon--
POP: That's Pop's Chuck Wagon, Adam--
ADAM: --or you can ig it and dig it at Cooooool Adam's Bohemian Beatnik Coffeehouse.
POP: Well, now there's no time left to talk about Pop's Chuck Wagon. I guess you might as well tell folks where this place of yours is located.
ADAM: If you're meant to be at Cooooool Adam's Bohemian Beatnik Coffeehouse you'll find it. . . I gotta split now, daddy-o.
3-21-93 running time: 4:00
[Pop is on stage without Adam. Jeffrey Wilcomb is on bass, but is not yet playing.]
POP: And now, it's time for a word from the friendly folks at Pop's Chuck Wagon Restaurant, where our customers eat the same chuck wagon food that the cowpokes did on the old Cimarron Trail cattle drives--
[Enter Adam in beret and dark glasses]
ADAM: Hey, daddy-o, slip me some skin!
POP: Uh, Adam, if you don't mind, I'm doing a Pop's Chuck Wagon commercial here. And why are you dressed like that?
ADAM: Aw, man, don't be beatin' your gums about this Chuck's Pop Wagon jive, man.
POP: --that's Pop's Chuck Wagon, Adam--
ADAM: Whatever you say, O Padre Mio. But I got a new gig to bequeath to all these cats and kitties. An express train straight to Coolsville. Lay a little of that moderne electronical doghouse jazz bass on me, Professor Wilcomb, and let me lay these fine citizens into a new groove.
[Jeffrey starts to play cool jazz walking bass]
ADAM: That's it, man. . .Now, we gotta bust loose from this dusty old Cedar Social gig. I'm here to turn all you hep-cats and -kitties on to the single most happening purveyor of fine potables and poetry this side of the Village--and I don't mean the Village of Orono. No jive talk here, daddy-o; I'm talking about Cooooool Adam's Bohemian Beatnik Coffeehouse.
POP: Uh, Jeffrey, could you please stop playing for a minute?
[Jeffrey stops playing]
POP: Adam, this is supposed to be a commercial for Pop's Chuck Wagon Restaurant--
ADAM: Hey, don't bug me, man. You may want to ride the last conestoga to Dullsville, but don't drag the loyal and true blue supporters of our gig here along with you. Jeffrey, my man, if you please:
[Jeffrey starts playing]
ADAM: Cats and kitties, the minute you make the scene at Cooooool Adam's Bohemian Beatnik Coffeehouse, the second you latch on to a cup of that smooth jumpin' java with moo juice frothin' on its noggin, you'll know you're in hepcat heaven. And we're not talking no puny jive demitasse here. We're not talking semi-tasse or hemi-tasse. We're talking a full tasse of wig-flipping java--
POP: Uh, Jeffrey, please?
[Jeffrey stops playing]
POP: See, I don't think this is the right kind of thing to be advertising on our show, Adam--
ADAM: Tut tut tut, my ten-gallon amigo. That's for the Cedar Social audience to decide. Eel Premiero Padrones Dell 'Arte, man! Jeffrey, if you would be so kind:
[Jeffrey starts playing]
ADAM: It's your choice, cats and kitties: You can ride a heifer to Squaresville on a stone drag cattle drive with Tom Mix here, where the only groove you'll be in is a wagon rut and the only kicks you'll get are from old Dobbin, OR, you can make the scene and flip your lid in the land of bongos, beatniks and berets. You can flap your yapper and wig out with the coolest cats this side of the Siberian Tiger cage at the zoo.
POP: --Now wait a minute. You're not accurately depicting the atmosphere at Pop's Chuck Wagon--
ADAM: It's your choice. Friends, whoa-mans and jiveheads: You can go back to a throwback: Chuck's Pop Wagon--
POP: That's Pop's Chuck Wagon, Adam--
ADAM: --or you can ig it and dig it at Cooooool Adam's Bohemian Beatnik Coffeehouse.
POP: Well, now there's no time left to talk about Pop's Chuck Wagon. I guess you might as well tell folks where this place of yours is located.
ADAM: If you're meant to be at Cooooool Adam's Bohemian Beatnik Coffeehouse you'll find it. . . I gotta split now, daddy-o.