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June, 1931
with ARBOGAST
ISN'T this great? This summer kick, I'm talking about. Terrific! Ricky of the "Ravens" pegs it right with that hne that tells us that it's "Summertime, and the living is easy."
Man, Dad, Pops, and Jack — or what have you — you're so right.
And if we're at all sensible,, any of us, we'll pay more than a little attention to the Mills Brothers' annual suggestion that we accompany them "Up the Lazy River" — or any number of other suggestions taken from any number of other songs about summer.
All of which poses an interesting question: What are some of the real good songs that extoll the merits of the vacation season? Summer, I mean.
Good idea — and while we're trying to answer our own question, we can put down some kind of a listing as to which artists have made records in the summer vein — and on which record labels said songs by said performers appear.
Just for kicks, tu sabes, so let's give it a go, shall we ?
Well, for a starter, how about the tune, '"Summertime," itself? We like it best by George Shearing on an M-G-M label. And, too, by the "Ravens" on a somewhat off' brand National disc. Try these on your record-beer-beach-pretzel sessions.
And how about the deal on Decca by Gary Moore called "Song Satire," that tears apart, in fun-poking fashion, the
daddy of all Augustish songs, "In the Good Old Summertime"? It's from Mr. Moore's album and is the funniest record I've ever heard. Matter of fact, all of the take-offs by Moore in the album are classics for comedy, to my way of thinking (which is usually pretty weird, so perhaps you'd best forget it). (Unless you'd li^e to give it a try.) (Well, do then.) (Don't just sit there — this is a time for lightninglike action, man . . . On your feet! Win this one for the Gipper! Go, go, go!)
Oh, dear, now I'm talking football, which is a good excuse for forgetting the summer pitch and getting on to other more exciting things.
AS you may know, if you've heard our late show (11 p.m. 'til 1 in the wee hours on WHB), we've made it a point to feature a lot of early Goodman, Lunceford, Basie and Barnet. Lots of the good stuff, I mean, from that late-lamented era called the "Golden Age" of the thing called Swing. Well, there's good news for you if you're one of those who ao ocate the return to prominence of that sort of music. We do, believe me. And that's porque we're a mite ecstatic over something these days. And we owe our unconfined joy to a little girl.
She is Rachel, the teen-age daughter of the King of Swing himself, Benny Goodman. For, if it weren't for her, we might never have known that there existed some of these fine sides we're going to tell you about.
The story: On January 16, 1938, in New York, Benny Goodman and 25 of the greatest jazz musicians ever assembled under one roof, brought swing for the first time to Carnegie Hall.
The performance, billed as the "Benny Goodman Carnegie Hall Jazz Concert," featured, among others, Harry James, Ziggy Elman, Gene Krupa, Jess Stacy, Count Basie, Teddy Wilson, Lionel Hampton, Bobby Hackett, Johnny Hodges, Cootie Williams, Lester Young and Martha Tilton.
It goes without saying that the performance was tremendously well received. It paved the way perfectly for more of the same in later years — one of the greatest things that could'vc happened for modern music of the swing variety.