In Chicago's Blue Note Café last week, the tiny bandstand was jammed so tight that the grand piano dangled off the platform and had one leg supported by a post. Glittering in the colored lights was an instrument few jive cats had ever seena harp, and across the back gleamed a picket fence of big tubular chimes. Altogether there were 21 players and 77 instruments, with ten microphones scattered among them. A spectacled, shy young man named Eddie Sauterone of the leaders of the bandwrote something on a slate and held it up for...
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