Saturday, January 31, 2009

"What is Truth?"

One of the the greatest poetic litanies of the Beat Generation came not from Kerouac, Burroughs nor Ginsberg, but from the mind of Hollywood hack writer Mel Welles:

Now there's a race for space,
We can cough blood on the moon soon;
Tomorrow is dragsville, cats,
Tomorrow is a king-size drag.

Check out this quasi-bohemian para-Voraxical clip from the 1958 teenybopper exploitation flick "High School Confidential". That's Phillipa Fallon as the beatnik chick, and Jackie "Uncle Fester" Coogan poundin' the eighty-eights and staring at her rear end.

View: Phillipa Fallon - High School Drag

Above: The audience at a Voraxium show, bummed by the utter lack of commercial entertainment potential.

1 comment:

  1. Tomorrow is a drag, man. I always liked to spin this bit on the Manley/Dockery era of the Late Late Show on WRFL 88.1FM Lexington at least once a month or so.