"Clyde," says Bandleader Turk Murphy, "is the Lawrence Welk of Dixieland jazz. His music breathes happiness and chloroform."
He was talking about Bandleader Clyde McCoy, who for years has been regarded by the cool set as perhaps the moldiest fig (jazz lingo for oldfashioned) ever to lift a trumpet. But moldy or not, Trumpeter McCoy has a sizable following, passionately devoted to the chirpy, foot-jiggling style the fans think they remember from the misty corridors of their youth. Last week, after a five-year layoff, "Clyde McCoy and His Waa Waa Dixieland Band" were winding...