is something about realism, he jingled softly about his not not self in a thicket of cross-promotion he jabbed
The Zombies are here and their kiss is deathly.
They are ruining
jazz
spots from coast to coast. As soon as they start hanging
around
certain
clubs, the decent citizenry
avoid the spots like the plague.
They come
with their zoot suits, long haircuts,
reefers and "zombie"
jive to night
spots that feature
top jazz talent. Soon they become the atmosphere
of a greek attic where tender masks go to shatter and cube the broken glide in search of the healing element is something about realism choking the blue new
