It was the cocktail aeon in the Elysian Fields, and the composers gathered at Calliope's. "Let whoever will make a nation's laws," said someone for the millionth time, "if I can make its songs." There was a silence. "Who makes Amer ica's songs these days?" asked Stephen Foster. George Gershwin removed his cigar. "No one you know," he said. "Or probably ever will." "It depends what you mean by the word song," observed Jerome Kern mildly.
In 1956 there are plenty of good songs, many of them turned out by the old and not-so-very-old...
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