I now often use the phrase "enough _____ to wipe God's ass and the Devil too".

There's a bar on the Juarez tourist strip called The Cavern (to be distinguished from the strip club called The Cave). It is decorated with plaster-constructed stalagmites and stalactites, and is indeed one story underground. I have been to a poetry read there. I very nearly score 100%, but alas, I am nowhere near as cool as a cool Jackson.

You just need to keep using it, daddy-o, 'till them squares start knowing shit from Shinola, dig?

Roast Beef is shaking with excitement at how hip this cat is.

I used to think "Ah Um" was the best, but soon realized "The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady" was the superior album.

While I dasn't disagree, don't sleep on the Changes One & Two, a smoking pair of late records. "Orange Was the Color of Her Dress, Then Silk Blue,"Devil Blues," "Duke Ellington's Sound of Love." Shit is tight, and the band rolls deep: Jack Walrath, George Adams, Don Pullen, Dannie Richmond.

"black saint and the sinner lady" is perhaps the only album in the history of jazz to have liner notes written by the artist's psychiatrist.

Mingus Mingus Mingus Mingus Mingus

Oh geez, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lamed you. I thought you were saying Mingus over and over and then I realized you were claiming it as your favorite album.

Mingus Moves. Oh Yeah, Mingus Plays the Piano. Let My Children Hear Music, tekende, The Clown Changes One.

I agree, but Tonight at Noon is pretty good too

great strip

While I go to hell I'm going to hear Pithecanthropus Erectus in my head

The best part is that Charles Mingus died 30 years ago, which makes Nightlife at least 140 in cat years.

Mingus' autobiography, "Beneath the Underdog" is amazing. Anyone who gives two shits about Charles Mingus, real jazz music or just enjoys a good story should look into it. He had this crazy libido and claims to have had sex with dozens of prostitutes in one night, down in Tijuana, lit up on grass and tequila.

The album he wrote while down there, New Tijuana Moods, is fantastic.

Unfortunately the writing he did on music was censored, though they left the sex alone.

I'm not one to assign particular roles in Achewood to particular people, but I imagined Snoop Dogg saying this the first time I read it.

Nightlife, that is.

I always imagined more of a slow, deep, smooth voice. More an Isaac Hayes voice.

no, 'cos that would just make too much sense.

Nightlife always walks in from just off-panel without any introduction. He sits and eavesdrops and waits for just the right time to make his entrance.

I apologize, but saying positive things about Chuck Mangione gets you a lame.

so are Ray and Beef, apparently.

You know... I always DID refer to Migus as a 'cat.' CLEVER play on words, Onstad...clever.

And I totally misread. Damnit.

'scuse me Nightlife, I'm happy to see you 'an all, but how did you get into my house?

I did not get this strip when i ran through the archive the first time. This time I read the comments, followed the links, and discovered that it is brilliant.

At least you don't mentally have "Ain't no thang but a chicken's wang" stuck in your head.

repeatedly

It's odd; this is probably the Achewood phrase I use the most in general conversation, which is kind of disappointing, considering it's really none-too-special in the veritable encyclopedia of golden Achewood quotables.

It's not even necessarily an Achewood saying, it's been around for a lot longer.

Yeah, I should've said "the line from Achewood I use the most."

You tyrant.

i haven't heard 'lid' since cheech and chong. it's been made umpteen-times cooler by nightlife though.

the fifth panel makes it for me because i always thought Ray got scared and was hiding behind Beef who was puffing his chest out

Who the fuck drinks Tuaca anyway.

the alt text link is broken, but the site is still up:
http://www.mingusmingusmingus.com/

SHUT UP

PORK-PIE HAT.