Once upon a time there were hipsters. I’m not talking about the people who moved to your neighborhood and are killing you softly with their ironic bad taste. Hipsters had good taste and were actually hip. Slim Gaillard was a hipster of the highest order. Jack Kerouac knew this and wrote books about it. In On The Road, Sal and Dean go to see Slim play in San Francisco and have a drink with him after his set. “Bourbon-orooni...thank-you-ovauti...” Slim said.