Kliban by B. Kliban for February 07, 2024

Ah, those 16th century, Belgian hootenannies.

Jailed protesters from the ‘60’s.

What’s the guitar player looking at?

A speakeasy.

Or a Beat coffee house.

What’s he looking at?

Robin and Debbie were like them once. Then he traded his sandals for wing-tips and became a CPA. Sometimes they missed the freedom of squalor.

If it weren’t for the small round-topped table, I’d say this image captures a police department ‘holding tank’ in 1967 populated primarily by people caught smoking a doob in the alley behind the jazz club. ’Cause… bars on the windows.

They don’t serve drinks in holding tanks.

Reminds me of some of the Greenwich Village coffee houses from the early ’60s. I sang the Bleeker Street Blues more than once, in those days.

And the singer could not keep his eyes off the one broad in the front bench…

The guy on the bench doesn’t look like Don Draper, but I think I saw this scene in an episode of “Mad Men.”

I was born out of time. I was too young to be a Beatnik and too old be become a Hippie.

I take it he wasn’t even trying to be funny this time.

Isn’t that The Mamas and the Papas in the front row?

The cast from "Animal House’ all grown up?

The strait-laced couple are attending Open Mic Night at the new coffee house, remodeled from an old jail. The couple are drifting apart; he desperately hangs onto her shoulder, while she sits cross-armed, not wanting to be cozy with him. She wants more out of a relationship, maybe something more “dirty.” Her “come hither” invitation is noticed, not only by the singer, but by his “ole lady” on the other side of Mr. Button-up. Allen Ginsberg, on the end, is taking in all this, sneaking a peek at the parting sea, but also anticipating a good fight.

Looks like an ad agency decided on a mashup approach of Kodak moments and the Maidenform woman… just can’t figure what the dang product is that they’re hawking.

The guy in the glasses is smart. He only got arrested to hang out with the bad chicks.