ROCK 'N' ROLL
When a fellow takes out his tooth these days, the prime requirement is that she be a jazz bomb. He, for his part, is expected to make sure the coals are right for picking up the tab. Sometimes, of course, the heap plays sour, but more often the music is really servedserved like a cloud, in fact. And if the sinatra is a keg, every number is liable to get real oblique.
Neither in San Francisco beatnik saloons nor Manhattan dives could this inspired narrative have been heard last week, but it echoed through Munich jazz cellars. U.S.-style rock 'n'...
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