Nearly none of his "music-inspired" efforts get spared some hollering in a show of smug bravado, or foot-stomping, or theclapping of hands or the slapping of thighs, all about as artful and subtle as a jokester's "get it" elbow jab to the ribs.
Mr. JACK KEROUAC (Author, "On The Road"): Out we jumped in the warm, mad night, hearing a wild tenorman's bawling horns across the way going, ee-yah(ph), ee-ya, and handsclapping to the beat and folks yelling go, go, go.