Episode 113: June 27, 2008
Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin’ daddies, knock me your lobes;
I came here to lay Caesar out, not to hip you to him. The bad jazz that a cat blows wails long after he’s cut out.
The groovy is often stashed within their frames;
So don’t put Caesar down. (1)
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. (2)