King Oliver and his Creole Jazz Band, Chicago (1923)
I wondered if Joseph Quinn was instructed to do his little Wiggle after Erica’s roll but after seeing one episode of Timewasters I think he’s just Like That
After Cugat: Lights (Animation from Celestial Eyes by Francis Cugat) - digital media - robert matejcek - 2022
“The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music and the opera of voices pitches a key higher."
- The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Photos of the Krazy Kat Klub 1921
Founded by portraitist and scenic designer Cleon “Throck” Throckmorton The Krazy Kat Klub (also known as the Kat and throcks studio) was a bohemian cafe, speakeasy and nightclub located at 3 Green Court in Washington D.C. The club had a discreet entrance in an alleyway with the door bearing a hand painted sign that read “syne of ye Krazy Kat” as well as a chalk drawn message at the top of the door that said “all soap abandon ye who enter here”, the club included an indoor dance floor plus an outdoor courtyard that featured a treehouse you could access by ladder, the courtyard was also used for al fresco dining, art exhibitions and even a place for painting classes in the 1920s.
The clubs name came from an androgynous character from a popular comic strip at the time and it’s name was the clubs way of showing that it was open to clientele of all sexualities, because of it’s inclusivity the club became a big spot for the gay community of Washington D.C as they knew they could meet there without the fear of getting outed.
At the time the Sheppard bone-dry act (the ban of alcohol) was taking place and it caused the club to take off as an underground speakeasy as it still served alcohol, the club was declared a “disorderly house” by local authorities and underwent many raids by the metropolitan police during the time of the ban. One of the clubs most known raids took place in February 1919 when a surprise raid reportedly interrupted a violent fight inside the club during which a shot was fired. The raid lead to the arrest of 25 Krazy Kats (22 men and 3 women) who didn’t go unnoticed by the Washington Post, on February 22nd their report described the arrested patrons as “self styled artists, poets and actors” as well as mentioning that several of those arrested worked for the federal government, in the words of the article “worked for the federal government by day and masqueraded as bohemians by night”
Singular picture on the top = Cleon Throckmorton, Katherine Mullen and others chatting over coffee and cigarettes, 1921
Left side photo on the middle row = unknown waiter making his way up a ladder to serve Katherine Mullen and a friend in the clubs treehouse, 15th July 1921
Right side photo on the middle row = Cleon Throckmorton, Katherine Mullen and a friend in the treehouse, 15th July 1921
Left side photo on the bottom row = Cleon Throckmorton, Katherine Mullen and others at the back alley entrance, 1921
Right side photo on the bottom row = a model (believed to be Katherine Mullen) poses for Cleon to paint, 1921
(Incase anyone else noticed the pattern I don’t actually know why Cleon and Katherine are the one two specifically known in these photos but as well as being married at the time Katherine was a model, sketch artist and known for her radio performances as a ukulele player and singer and Cleon ended up being one of the most prolific set designers of the jazz age so maybe that made them more recognisable in the photos? I truly do not know though so that’s all guess)
oh how I love the jazz that warms my eyes so well to the point of prickles arising and leading to warm tears falling upon the slope of my rosy cheeks.
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I am fate and stronger than your puny plans; and I am how-things-turn-out and I am different from your little dreams, and I am the flight of time and the end of beauty and unfulfilled desire; all the accidents and im-perceptions and the little minutes that shape the crucial hours are mine. I am the exception that proves no rules, the limits of your control, the condiment in the dish of life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Cut-Glass Bowl"