Word: saxophonist
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Chicago jazz style, rough, nervous, backed by a driving pulse, got its start when Austin High boys played in their gym on Friday afternoons in 1923 and 1924. One of them, the late, great Clarinetist Frank Teschmaker, taught Benny Goodman some stuff. Another, Tenor Saxophonist Bud Freeman, was one of many who later played in the Goodman band and now lead their own. Still another was husky, florid Trumpeter Jimmy MacPartland, who assembled the small band at the Brass Rail this week. Three of that group are men who began in the Austin High period: bespectacled Joe Sullivan, who learned...
...South African diamond merchant, Vanda began his career in the U.S. as copywriter for J. Walter Thompson, which never saw its way clear to use any of his copy. Later he did small-time press-agentry, served as saxophonist in a band, was a gossip columnist for Theatre Magazine, broke into radio as a theatrical commentator. In 1933 he joined CBS, was made West Coast program director in 1938. Vanda is married to the sister of Benay Venuta, lives in what he describes as a "synthetic estate" atop a hill in North Hollywood, now earns some $700 weekly from...
...band is a unique stunt, but except as a stunt it doesn't add new luster to Mr. Bechet, who is already a first-rate hot soprano saxophonist...
...classics, in his own delicate, sophisticated arrangements and those of his black, impish trumpeter, Charlie Shavers. Kirby's clarinetist is an oldtimer: goggle-eyed Buster Bailey, who looks half of his 39 years. The band-filled out by Pianist Billy Kyle, Drummer O'Neil Spencer, Alto Saxophonist Russell Procope (rhymes with "no soap")-has been unchanged for nearly three years, a phenomenon in the trade. But Kirby was lately separated from the sweet singer he discovered and married, Maxine Sullivan...
...last chance at love with a night-club saxophonist named Wally Collins, and in her fever for what was left of living, abjectly destroyed everything she had, her class, her selfesteem, even her self-deceit. Her Golgotha was a hideous gin-party in Maida Vale with Wally, a model, a radio pianist, an auto racer, a girl who stood on her head and drank two pints of beer...