Los Angeles jazz fans, eager for more of the blast and blare of Memphis Blues and Black and Blue, peered through the haze of a nightclub called Tiffany's one night last week at a sight seldom seen in such society. Fat old Clarinetist Darnell Howard had laid down his licorice stick, was making his way to the stand with a big white cake decked with three blue candles. He set the cake down, beckoned to a little cornetist with a droopy leprechaun face, bade him stand up and take a big bow. Francis ("Muggsy")...
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