A jazzy lark, which should not surprise you if you are familiar w/ the baseline of the particulars. These guys were part of a scene of scenes, of course. They made scenes, willy-nilly, from whole cloth. Alas, even when not playing a character we are playing a character. Kerouac's voice-over guides us gleeful over the surfaces of a deep promenade. Something wild + delicious here is being born on the American margins.