USA, 1965, post-bop

The Roland Kirk QuartetRip, Rig and Panic: You’re at a speakeasy during Prohibition, dancing the night away to some hot, swinging jazz, but the alcohol is making your head spin—either that or your blonde partner whose legs stretch to Chicago. Well, you gotta sit down and take a breather anyway. As your fever cools, the paranoia sets in, and you imagine the whole blind pig getting smashed up by the cops. Glasses broken, sirens blaring. Ah nope! It’s all just your imagination. You’ve got your second wind now, and it’s back to the dance floor. And that’s when the cops rush in, smashing up your beloved little gin joint.

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