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...down precipices, he received Mix (an indifferent horseman) from a parachute. He carried Mix through a blast of dynamite which knocked a hole in Tony's side. He developed social graces. He managed to keep a straight face when he was honored in the dining rooms of the Savoy in London, the Crillon in Paris, the Astor in Manhattan, and when he was given quarters in the check room of Detroit's Book Cadillac. Tom Mix used to boast gratefully that Tony had earned him more than any race horse in history. (Earnings of Whirlaway...
Boston's debt to Frankie Newton is tremendous. When his seven piece band moved into the Savoy last January, local jazz had been nonexistent for over five years. A jam band like Frankie's was a big risk for the Savoy, as their clientele was used to small jump bands, whose only virtue lay in six arrangements cribbed from Basic. If Newton's boys started the evening with any arrangements in their rack, there wasn't a sheet of paper in sight by ten. Fortunately the band went over tremendously. Weeks became months. The Savoy jammed and was jammed, nightly...
...past few weeks this column has recommended Sabby Lewis, Bill Davison, and now Frankie Newton. Consider that in ascending order. All three bands play entirely different music: swing, Chicago jazz, and just plain jazz; but Newton's superiority is undeniable. Tonight he reopens at the Savoy with only Vic Dickenson, trombone, left over from the previous engagement. It is unnecessary to predict whether the present band is better or worse, as the presence of Frankie and Vic will assure you of good jazz. They have their off-nights, it's true, but if you've heard Frankie at his best...
Trumpet players seem to be the news this week. Harry James put out a new record, Bill Davison is playing better than ever at the Ken, and Frankie Newton is announced for the Savoy September...
...also argue all night as to whether is a Chicago style, but Davison's six-piece combo plays differently than Scabby Lewis at the Savoy, and differently than Red Allen or Frankic Newton, whose bands were recently in Boston. They play old Dixieland tunes like "Fidgety Feet" and "Oh Baby," and blow the roof off in the process. But you don't mind the plaster falling all around you. Not when Davison plays cornet out of the side of his mouth, with's wonderful husky flavor like Berigan or Spanier. Not when PeeWee chortles his notes sometimes with an amazingly...