“The Naz is a-talkin’ and a-swingin’ with how pretty the hour, how pretty the flower, how pretty you, how pretty she, how pretty the tree—Naz had them pretty eyes, wanted ever’body to see to pin the golden rosette of reality—and they is havin’ such a wailin’, swingin’, glorianna style stompin’ hike that before you know it, it was scoffin’ time and these poor cats is forty miles outa town, ain’t nobody got the first biscuit! ‘We wuz diggin’ so hard what you wuz puttin’ down, Naz, we didn’t PRE-pare. We goofed!’”

—Lord Buckley, describing the Nazz’s Feeding of the Five Thousand, of course. As quoted in The Hip: Hiptsters, Jazz and the Beat Generation, by Roy Carr, Brian Case and Fred Dellar, 1986.