For a generation or more, France has happily imported le jazz hot in all shapes and sizes; any combo, preferably Negro, that thudded realistically with a Dixie beat could take a fling at Paris with a reasonable chance of success. Lately, U.S. "progressive" jazzmen on tour have been meeting with mixed reactions from the uninhibited French, who boo at the drop of a diminished seventh, read newspapers while the music plays, shout "à l'operé!" or "à dormir!" when the music is too polite for their tastes. Worst of all for the progressive musicians,...
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