Around recording studios, where the best musical reputations are stubbed out during coffee breaks like smoked-down cigarettes, a West Coast lad named Jimmie Rodgers currently enjoys unanimous popularity. Jimmie is one of the hottest new singing properties in the trade. Without the benefit of Elvis' sweaty circumvolutions or Pat Boone's white-buckskin charms, 24-year-old Jimmie figures to rake in $200,000 this year. The charge that propelled him to success, a ditty called Honeycomb recorded several months ago for a small New York label, hymns in strongly rolling accents the wonders of birds, bees and...
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