Surely Dan Hicks was never pegged in school as most likely to change the world. Most likely to spend adulthood in a hammock, perhaps.
So even when his singular gypsy-jazz-jug-band music zips along at a snappy tempo, the Bay Area-based bandleader has instilled a "We're in no hurry, boys" feeling in whatever he does.
That remains the guiding ethic of the reconstituted version of Dan Hicks & the Hot Licks, which stopped Wednesday at the Galaxy Theatre in Santa Ana.
If the players, except for Hicks, have changed, the musical blueprint hasn't: a meeting of Django Reinhardt-Stephane Grappelli jazz and Bob Wills Western swing with wry, Cole Porter-esque wordplay and large doses of hipster attitude.