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The air filled with ash, and there was nothing to breath but flames.

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Oppenheimer Live at Birdland

We all know that Robert Oppenheimer struggled after the loose term “success” that describes the Manhattan project. His July 16, 1946 tweet was his sole public communication that day.

@R.Oppenheimer: I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

From John Donne, the poet who inspired Oppy to name Trinity,  to the Bhagavad Gita, where he stole another quote, aren’t his stolen quotes suspect? He’s shady.

Oppenheimer sun bathed on the beach in Bikini before the nuclear tests in the region. Was it out of protest? Nope. Free vacation. He stole a few goats from the Navy that were set aside for testing. Was it for animal rights? Nope. He sold them to a neighbor.

Remember when the Tsar bomb needed a parachute so big that it shut down an entire industry in Russia just to manufacture such a large object to slow down the bombs descent? Oppy decided this was a good time to sell his surplus parachute supply to the RAF who, at the time, was supplied by Russkis. What a dick.

When Oppy became an outspoken activist against nuclear technology, well, yeah, that was a high point in his life, morally.

The low point being the time he spent inside Birdland in New York. Oppy loved jazz. He first used cannabis listening to Art Blakey. It was Blakely who turned him on to it.

Blakey, after set one night, approached Oppy.

“You been tweetin about all the gigs here. I think there are some new heads. I appreciate it,” praises Blakey. Oppy looks up from his drink. He’s drunk again; eyes bloodshot. “Thanks,” he gags then holds it in. Here comes dinner. “Thanks, Mr. Blake-knee.”

“We need to get you can Uber. Give me your phone. What’s this? Dear god, Oppy.”

Dick pic.

“You can’t send this shit to the girls, man. They know you’re thirsty if you do that.”

“It’s not mine,” admist Oppy.

Art Blakey outs Robert Oppenheimer, New York, Birdland, February 21, 1954. You can hear it in the set that was released the same year as A Night at Birdland Vol. 1 by the Art Blakey Quintet with the following personnel:

Art Blakey – drums

Clifford Brown – trumpet

Lou Donaldson – alto saxophone

Curley Russell – bass

Horace Silver – piano

Not in the recording but in the feel. Only Blakey knew. That’s why the record is so good.