Through Tin Pan Alley (which isn't an alley but a scattered industry), the good news spread. Publishers who had been hoarding their best tunes for months, trying to keep them out of the "corn belt" (i.e., giving them to harmonica outfits to record), were riffling through their desk drawers. Bandleaders were set for hurried rehearsals; Crosby, Como and Sinatra weren't straying too far from their telephones. Last week, after ten months, it looked as if the record ban was about to end.
Jimmy Petrillo's lawyer had gotten together with RCA Boss David Sarnoff, representing the record makers. The compromise was...
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