How is it that I, a fan of cool and strange music since age 5, could possibly have lived so long without ever having heard of Harry "The Hipster" Gibson, a cat so cool, an ivory tickler so righteous, he makes Jerry Lee Lewis look like a square with 10 thumbs? The best part is that Harry was doing Jerry a good 15 years before the Killer ever thought of standing up on his piano bench and marrying his 13-year old cousin.

And if f you dug him in Handsome Harry, you'll really flip for his checkered threads and solid boogie-woogie groove in Opus 12 EEE.

I await the clip of Who Put the Benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine with bated breath.