Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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AT VANESSA BROWN'S HOUSE THEY CALLED IT MUSIC. BUT I'M NO FOOL— I CALL IT MADNESS. music music music i i i ■ All I did was drop by Vanessa Brown's house one Saturday afternoon to return a book. I rang the doorbell and the only answer I got was a deafening crash, followed by a squeak. Being well brought up, but curious, I ventured around to the side of the house. Vanessa was home. I saw. and she had company— a room full of musicians (they looked like musicians) who were having a jam session. They stopped when Vanessa noticed my head resting on the windowsill. "Do you play?" she asked. "Only the radio," I answered forlornly. "Well, come in and listen," she invited cordially. "You've never heard anything like it." I never have. But I've never seen six (Cont'd on page 38) Nobody laughed when Vanessa Brown sat down to play. Betty Lynn, Rand Brooks and Wanda Hendrix find some real talent in thei