Word: kenly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...while it looked as if Boston was going to enjoy the greatest season of jazz in its history. Last week the decline set in. Of the two remaining places where you could douse yourself in decent jazz, the Ken was sold and its policy changed, and the Savoy announced that it would move...
...Friday night dance, with Ken Reeves and his orchestra, will last from 9 to 1 o'clock. Then, on Saturday afternoon, Memorial Hall will be the scene of a tea dance from 3 until 6 o'clock, Both girls and stags are welcome. In the evening Albert Haynes will lead the barn dancing session at Memorial Hall from 8:30 to 12 o'clock...
...there were Max Kaminsky, the stubby trumpet player who is right in his element in front of a small band, and semi-legendary Peewee Russell, who painfully extorted a half-hour's worth of intoxicated notes from his ram-shackle clarinet, after playing most of the afternoon at the Ken's rival session. Peewee hadn't been too exciting at the Ken, I understand--something about the other men not playing in the right key. But with his colleague Kaminsky to kid him along he gave of his knocked-out best...
...heard only a few minutes of the Ken music. They had many more names than the Buckminster: Red Allen and his men, Al Morgan, Sam Donahue, and three of Fats Waller's band. But that sardine can atmosphere you find there, with people at, on, and under every table trying to get a look at the performers, is not conducive to enjoying the music at all. Still, if you were comfortable enough to listen, the output was naturally quite savory...
These two Sunday sessions, though, are not alone in their glory this hot June exam week. Allen's band plays of an evening at the same Ken, where his man Don Stovall plays every pleasing alto. Tuesday time-honored Sidney Bechet will bring another colored group there as a relief band, and if that means no more floor show so much the better. There is Fats Waller at the Tictoc as well, not to forget Sabby Lewis at the hardy perennial Savoy...