In Eastern cities and towns last week, jitterbugs by the thousand laid their dollars on the line to hear a new dance band. The band belonged to dark, dapper, moody Clarinetist Artie Shaw, who two years ago pronounced his jitterbug followers morons, declared that the music business stinks, and, consigning the whole shebang to hell, left his band, got out of his contracts, went off to Mexico.
In the past year and a half, Clarinetist Shaw has gone through his third marriage and divorce (to & from Cinemactress Lana Turner) and returned to...
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