2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 8: Hendrix continues to jack up all our hidebound notions [...] and for this mucking about he deserves his own Mythologies or Grammatology.at muck about, v.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 3: Aliens from a planet with a purple hazy atmosphere, not an acid trip.at acid trip (n.) under acid, n.1
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 42: The broomstick straws he angrily found on the boy’s bedroom floor had dislodged during some furious air-guitar sessions.at air guitar (n.) under air, n.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 140: That may be a load of crap, some airy-fairy, pie-in-the-sky stuff too.at airy-fairy, adj.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 138: And then there’s James. Who somehow manages to hit all the notes they hit and then some.at and then some!, excl.
2003 (con. 1960s) G. Tate Midnight Lightning 109: I didn’t realize until I was old enough and went on a date to the Black and Tan Club that it was a place where the Black men would go with their white women.at black and tan club, n.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 111: Ahmad’s crew were mostly his cousins [...] They were ‘fine,’ bad-ass football players.at bad-ass, adj.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 15: Trying to push the almighty axe into the wings if not the organ-trio dustbin of musical history.at axe, n.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 55: Feminist author and activist Germaine Greer, reviled as a cliché pro-femme ballbuster in her time.at ball-buster, n.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 54: The relationships he had with women were not just of the whambam variety.at wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, phr.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 7: Let no one bitch [...] over how they were tricked, misled, lied to, hoodwinked, or bamboozled.at bamboozled (adj.) under bamboozle, v.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 87: I didn’t really want to meet no other nigga, because by now I think I’m Big Daddy.at big daddy, n.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 45: His scream-bloody-murder guitar.at scream blue murder (v.) under blue murder, n.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 48: Its immediate embrace by Blackfolk is thanks to the booty-bouncing power of ‘Who Knows’.at booty, n.2
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 97: The whole emotional only-child turmoil of a father-done-bounced and my mother.at bounce, v.1
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 87: We were chillin’ when one day out of the blue, the doorbell rings.at chill (out), v.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 81: We had a total breakdown. It was like breakdown city.at -city, sfx
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 44: The [...] documentary of that performance shows Hendrix, gingerly conked hair looking like a mess of black flames, sporting a ruffled shirt.at conked, adj.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 24: Selling hip Black rock to whites and the ’hood without making Blackfolk stare down their noses at they asses like they were alienated Oreos.at Oreo (cookie), n.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 4: His own mad children can’t ever stop themselves from cussing up a storm.at cuss, v.
2003 G. Tate Midnight Lightning 35: He prized gut reactions above the whoring of razzle-dazzle.at razzle-dazzle, n.