1 definition by Andy Balts
Such people are the true "cool cats" of the world. They're those "in the know", ahead of the norm. They're not of the mainstream. They be eternal beatniks! (And certainly not hippies). Yes, they're people who are-- or at least consider themselves to be-- "hip", as in "hip to the jive". Older hip hipsters will of course always look down on latter-day versions, those (younger) folks who think themselves to be hipsters simply because, for instance, they're able to exhibit a little facial peach-fuzz and have a taste for some generic pop music that they've deemed to be, umm, "non-corporate". Hah!
Hipsters, flipsters,
and finger-poppin' daddies:
Knock me your lobes.
This bit of hipsterism was written by "Lord Buckley" (Richard 'Lord' Buckley'), who was a singular, amazingly influencial (Caucasian!) comic genius that looked a little like Salvador Dali, affected a British accent, dressed in a tux and was best known as one who performed hipster interpretations/translations of well-known dramatic scenes and notable speeches.
The above quote comes from Lord Buckley's version of the very beginning of Mark Anthony's funeral oration in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar:
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...
and finger-poppin' daddies:
Knock me your lobes.
This bit of hipsterism was written by "Lord Buckley" (Richard 'Lord' Buckley'), who was a singular, amazingly influencial (Caucasian!) comic genius that looked a little like Salvador Dali, affected a British accent, dressed in a tux and was best known as one who performed hipster interpretations/translations of well-known dramatic scenes and notable speeches.
The above quote comes from Lord Buckley's version of the very beginning of Mark Anthony's funeral oration in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar:
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...
by Andy Balts September 23, 2010