Word: jazzing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...boys in Doc Evans' jazz band blew a final chord and then drifted from the stand for an intermission smoke. As the jump fans settled down to their beers, a stooped and droopy-eyed old Negro clambered up to the piano behind the chromium bar. He began a rolling boogie bass -not fast and tinny like most boogie, but low and underneath the deep, dark blues his right hand played. He played softly, staring out into the blue smoke as if he didn't care whether anyone listened. Not everyone did. But the oldtimers around Chicago...
...Astaire, the main superiority of a film like "Follow the Fleet" is that it lacks the horrible brassiness of modern musicals. It is inexpressibly delightful to sit in a theater without the constant danger of having a big-name band jump up and down noisily. Here the commercial Jazz is present but not overpowering, and the picture wends its pleasant way without mishap. A perhaps interesting note: Betty Grable is in the billing, but it was impossible to find her in the movie. Perhaps she dyed her hair, or perhaps she was a maid, but don't look too hard...
Ansermet had been the first to interest Stravinsky and Ravel in jazz, which he had picked up on his first U.S. tour. Now he is convinced that "the days of jazz are over. It has made its contribution to music. Now in itself it is merely monotonous...
...best jazz of all was to be heard in a basement club on the Near North Side called Jazz Ltd. There the big name was grizzled old Soprano Saxman Sidney Bechet (TIME, March 31), whose last club engagement in Chicago was at the Deluxe Cafe in 1918, when he came out of New Orleans' Storyville after the whorehouses were shut down during World War I. Old Sidney, who had recently been favoring one side of his mouth because of an infected tooth, sounded all the better for a new store tooth. Playing alongside him was a trombonist named Munn...
Last week Muggsy closed his baggy eyes and rolled around low in Royal Garden Blues, with the sharp, brittle staccato that identifies all "Chicago brass." (Once when a name bandleader asked him to play high, Muggsy growled: "Aw, go get a piccolo player.") Explained one jazz fan: "Muggsy's from the South Side. He plays best at home...