Word: bostons
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...college campuses--a merger of old New Orleans traditions with modern technique and Harmony--and Harvard was no exception. Harvard dixie activity hit its stride in the early Fifties, when Crimson Stompers made many sounds and WHRB assumed the roule of a jazz-oriented station. Herb Pomeroy, now a Boston bandleader, helped link Harvard and Boston jazz...
...piece string orchestra" in public drinking places, and Dorfman's dixie group failed to fit. "I've been to Europe and I've seen how good they treat jazz over there; and it's a shame they make it run away from where it started." Dorfman now plays in Boston, but is planning another venture into the Square this fall "if we can get around the law." "What we need is a student-run place where the kids will know it's cheap. We'll bring names in on week-ends and draw the crowds. First we'll find...
Kuhn merits his "professional" status for a record of sessions with Coleman Hawkins, Don Elliott, Chet Baker, and other jazz luminaries. He has also played Storyville and appeared on Steve Allen's Tonight, as well as Fr. O'Conner's Boston TV show. In technique and jazz concept he is decisively separated from the other Harvard jazzmen, and steady work has allowed him to practice and progress...
...present, Dudley House accommodates approximately 400 students from the greater Boston area, including a few married undergraduates. Leighton's only indication that the size or the facilities of the center would be increased was his reference to $1,000,000 set aside from the funds of the Program for Harvard College for the non-resident center...
...writes Harold on a sheet of yellow paper, belongs to the night and together they conspire against Boston. They live illicitly, caress each other with streetlamps and shadows and juke box symphonies, the soft sob of loss, the subway shudder and the sigh. Night warms is black limbs by the gutter fires and furnace spit. We should bottle the night, prone and passive, siphon it into leather canteen flasks, take swigs of it while sunning ourselves by the river, savour it after a French loave-lunch, rub it on our arm in lieu of excrement...