Accidental hipster Rod McKuen waxes poetically on one of the most famous (infamous?) LPs of the Beat Generation! Loaded with hip phrasing and always ending with a punch, all lipped over bongo beats and other sparse but perfect jazz skins.

This dish even has Buddy Collette blowing the flute. Beatsville’s hip haiku trades for serious coin now and it’s not just for the beard & leotard set, all want to hear Rod’s tales of bearded ladies and friendly jack hammers. Ya dig? Mr. McKuen departed this mortal coil in 2015, taking with him the lingering question’ was he serious? Was this album created as a blistering critique on the popular beatnik culture or did he think folks were buying what he was selling? We’ll never know, but we know it’s a damn fine record regardless of the beret you wear when you critique it. This is the first ever reissue of this cult classic and it’s hittng the bins on red vinyl cut & pressed at Third Man Pressing in Detroit.