Tokyo, too, was suffering from a contagious American disease: the boogie. Blaring forth in Tokyo's tawdry nightclubs, and even from loudspeakers in the streets last week, was a song that went:
Rhythm ookie-ookie [floats]
Kokoro zookie-zookie [heart pounds]
After he finishes his next one, a baseball boogie, Tunesmith Ryochi Hattori intends to go on to higher things, like the kind of music Gershwin wrote....