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...mouth organ moved swiftly up & down his lips, while his scraggly mustache perked up and bristled. Through the strains of his music the radio abruptly squealed. The regimental headquarters wanted to know if the Colonel had any news. Pete shouted this to the Colonel, who had reappeared. "It's all screwed up," said the Colonel. "I don't know what's going on. Tell 'em to send the Air Corps." Turning to me, he said: "This sure is something...
...taken on the Orpheum Circuit. The following year she played with Duke Ellington and his early small band, the Washingtonians. Today she is one of Ellington's arrangers. But her mind keeps turning to oldtime sessions with the Kansas City greats: Benny Moten, Pete Johnson, Joe Turner, Count Basic. Mary Lou's special contribution was an unearthly swinging dirge which the boys called "zombie." It was musicians' music. Asked if she would try it on her Cafe Society audiences, she said: "They'd all go home...
Boston music doesn't seem to have been particularly affected by the current heat wave. The Ken was left dank and dismal last Sunday afternoon, with not even Pete Brown showing up to relieve the monotony. Cab Calloway and the RKO stage shows. Louis Jordan at the Tis Tec, had a pretty good little hand back in the days of the Decco into six album, and even later than that is the days of "Knock Me A Kiss, and Mama, Mama Blues"; but now he's building up a reputation for having the biggest little comedy band in the country...
...Boston just isn't the jazz hub of the universe. The best jazz that can be found a present is the series of Sunday afternoon jam sessions at the Ken, on the corner of Tremont and Warrenton Streets, just beyond the Hotel Bradford. Last Sunday the Ken featured Pete Brown and the Jones Brothers, a local trio with an overdoes of vibraharp, with Cecil Scott's house band in the background. The same group will probably be there next Sunday. It's not particularly exciting, but it's better than Vanity Fair's Irsh Thursh or the Roseland...
...Panzer division of the cab-and-car attack had rolled down a Mexican district side street, past the rows of mean, ramshackle frame houses. But they had only found a few victims to beat. One of them was a 17-year-old Russian boy, Pete Nogikoss, talking on a street corner to two Mexicans. The Mexicans fled. Pete stood still. The sailors beat him to the ground...