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...good as his music, before which I stand in silent awe. His melodies are simple, but clever and subtle. In their charm and sophistication, they reminded me of the Kurt Weill of The Threepenny Opera. The pit band is generally equal to the difficulties of the music, but the drummer's conventional beats are very inappropriate. You will be missing the early work of a brilliant musical talent if you miss Babel...
...long hair down last night, and the effect was miraculous. Twenty-nine musicians, two dancers, and a singer got together and put on the best (and practically the only) jazz concert at Harvard in a long, long time. Except for Liz Fillo, the singer, and for a drummer from the Divinity School, all the performers were undergraduates at Harvard or Radcliffe. But even if every one of them had been professional, they would have had no cause to be ashamed...
...back with ease upon a bountiful life in music: lots of money, dozens of cars, two wives, three psychiatrists. In person, though, he has always been a sour-luck man whose glance wilts a flower. As a result, he managed to overwhelm his great talents as crooner, composer, actor, drummer, pianist and arranger and become an engaging failure. Good old Mel, his friends in music say, the public never liked him. But he is also a singer of jazz, and in that difficult and unfriendly medium, he has lately become one of the best around...
Moved by the revival of interest in the New Orleans style, Atlantic Records is putting out some "Jazz at Preservation Hall" albums, but such efforts come along very late. The old generation is thinning out. Casimir's death followed the deaths of Clarinetist Steve Angrum and Drummer Chinee Foster. The jazz played by the remaining old men limps along on failing lips and shortened breath. But even so, the music at Preservation Hall is often better than an echo of what used to be: like the Whoopin' Blues, it is a cheerful way of saying goodbye...
Cupid's Darts. "Was it really genius?" asked the wonderful old windbag of his own remote and astounding youth. A prodigy, certainly. The son of a boozy soft-goods drummer who was pathetically proud of his descent from a long line of Southern naval officers, Upton was a boy wonder. He was still in short pants and scarcely through his freshman year at New York's City College (he entered at 13) before he had written his first novel. At his peak, his output of hack work and potboiling romances reached a sizzling 8,000 words...