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...Detroit's third annual Festival of American Music, the beat was strictly jazz, and the performers were pure cream: Dave Brubeck and Count Basie on the ivories, Pete Fountain on the clarinet, Jack Brokensha on the vibes, and Cannonball Adderley, the meanest alto sax this side of Basin Street. The cats in the crowd yowled for all of them. But they also cheered for a bulky banjo player, clad in a cleric's cassock, who sat in the midst of a stripe-blazered combo and lined out Bill Bailey and Paddlin' Madeleine Home with minstrel zest...
Four of the attackers attempted to carry off a small Band member, but the husky prop crew intervened. One musician used a baritone sax with good results, and an ex-Marine in the Band's ranks reportedly gave the street brawlers a lesson in their craft...
...thirst for the best of the West. The reigning King, grandson of Anna's princely Chulalongkorn, comes by it naturally: he was born in Cambridge, Mass. 32 years ago while his father was studying medicine at Harvard, and slakes his thirst with a special passion for clarinet and sax. Last week King Bhumibol Adulyadej (pronounced Poom-i-pon A-dool-ya-date), who looks half his age, and his almond-eyed Queen Sirikit, who looks like mandolins sound, landed in Manhattan on their four-week swing through the U.S. And all the ticker-tape parade, the ride...
...minutes after dinner, Bhumibol and Benny led a foot-stomping, starch-melting jam session. Next day the King toted a sax up to the 22nd-story roof garden above Benny's Manhattan House apartment for the fulfillment of a jazzman's dream. With Bhumibol and Benny were Gene Krupa on the skins, Teddy Wilson on the piano, Urbie Green on the trombone, Jonah Jones on trumpet, Red Norvo on vibes. The King stood them toe-to-toe for two hours, paid his royal respects to The Sheik of Araby (in 17 eardrumming choruses), savored Honeysuckle Rose, swung...
...play like other jazzmen, but it was not until recently that he found anybody who would listen to him-or even play with him. Born 30 years ago in Fort Worth, Texas, the son of a sometime baseball player and singer, he taught himself how to play the sax when he was 14, went on the road with smalltime bands. Once in Baton Rouge, a crowd so detested his playing that they smashed his sax, and Bandleader Pee Wee Crayton hired him and then wound up paying him not to play. Now enjoying his first real success, Coleman remains confused...