Word: clarinet
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...couples stopped dancing and edged forward, still bobbing and clapping in rhythm. On the bandstand, his lips puckered into a smile around the mouthpiece and his thick eyebrows arched above horn-rims, Benny Goodman raised his wailing clarinet over the listeners' heads and set the pace for his sextet's jet-propelled delivery of Air Mail Special...
...momentary illusion that nothing much had changed. The dancers were mostly of the generation that grew up with him back when cats were hep instead of hip. The tunes were such period favorites as Don't Be That Way and Stompin' at the Savoy. Goodman's clarinet sound, although it missed some of the fiery flow of earlier years, was as limpid and nimbly melodic as ever...
...fact a lot has changed, including the times and jazz -and Goodman's relation to both. For one thing, at 58, he now devotes at least a quarter of his professional life to classical music, and has emerged as a leading concert performer. He broadened the clarinet repertory by commissioning works from such composers as Bartok, Hindemith, Copland and Milhaud, and he has made his mark in the standard works through such recordings as Mozart's Clarinet Concerto in A, which has sold 40,000 copies, an impressive total for a classical...
Another change is symbolized by the fact that where Goodman once merely played a Selmer clarinet, he is now a top consultant to (and former director of) H. & A. Selmer, Inc. With record royalties, investments in real estate and Wall Street, and fees of up to $7,000 a night, he earns an estimated $300,000 a year-and at that, he works only about half the time. The rest of the time he spends "doing whatever I feel mostly like doing." Prowling the art galleries and fishing are two favorite relaxations: his penthouse apartment on Manhattan's East...
There are (of course) good Be-Ins and (regretably) bad Be-Ins. This was a good one -- it just seemed to work. As you walked through the crowd, everybody had his own particular bag. There was George dribbling through his clarinet; next to him Sam had set up an altar and was burning incense; Judy was wearing her basset hound for a fur piece while her playmate jumped rope with a Slinky...