Evening star., 1942-04-30

LYNN CAhONEh.
viii Bradleys o,Dn particu-
lar "fnd," no,o appearing, OF
course, 1Dith his band in the
Victory Room.
to the tune Of World War I march,
ing sons, the newer things in tune
smithing are relatively to be ignored.
Not SO in the Sazerac Room or
the Anchor Room where Angie Ro-
dante and Eileen George, respec-
lively, hold forth. There your
Blue -hoo-hoo- -hooZ in the Night"
and II Don't Wanna Walk Without
You" echo without surcease these
days. And the likes Of 'Tangerine"
and Il Remember You" fairly clog
the atmosphere OF the Victory Room,
or the Neptune Room, where they
are issued on the pleasant organ
novachcrd whoOmps OF Collins and
Arlo and the sugary whine OF Andy
Pandova'S sized electric guitar.
II the investigator would rather
take q mans word for 1t then sit
patiently and listen he could ar
range an audience with the solon of
the Rainbow Room, Milt Davis.
Milt at this time would probably be
casting great expectations for "All I
Need Is You" the latest Peter De
Rose Benny Davis-Mitchell Parrish
melody, and pronouncing II told
you so" for "Lamplighter's Serenade"
and Don't Sit Under the Apple
Tree"
Then If the individual weren't
content In his tabulation Of songs
in demand, he might unavoidably
stumble across a few clumps of press
agents with papers bulging out of
pockets, hatbands and brief cases
II by II feet in dimension. Here he
would pick up such noteworthy
items as Dress Up, Baby" num-
ber which is part Of new campaign
TO assure women that fashion plays
an important role in wartime
morale" Or I'm Taking Lessons
From Arthur Murray" which would
seem to be a strong plug for some
one named Arthur Murray. Or
something almost refreshingly
whimsical. like the title a nationally
known band leader submits to end
all titles of the same general ilk:
The Japs Have Got Singapore,
Hong Kong and Java: the Germans
Have France, the Balkans, Scandi-
navia and Italy; No Tires for My
Car, No Sugar in My Coffee, No
Cuffs on My Pants. 1t Costs More to
Live-But Love You"
There can be no questioning. at
least. that there will always be
tune for every taste.
Johnny Longo's knack for OBJ
tanning four piece high voltage EN-
sembles to cater to Ell Patio patrons
is further enhanced by the per-
formsnces OF the Fou: Toppers. who
have just finished one four week
stay and started another without
so much as a pause in between.
Differing from their Patio prede-
ceSSors in that they throw comedy
into the musical fun, the Toppers
at the same time do not let that
D
The Toppers are probably the most
| potent four-man outfit ever to strike
town. Which is to say, they can
play coherent swing terriflcally fast
and improvisations equally unre-
strained.
Joe Giordano and his electric I'D
die Is a chief reason. as you can see
( in either "Ciribiribin" or "One
/ O'Clock Jump" In a jazzman's be-
loved phrase he beats his brains
out" But so do the rest. including
Danny Mazola who sings hep-cat
stuff in much the same way as Slim
Gailliard OF Flat Foot Floogee fame:
and the accordionist, whose name
escapes US right now, but whose
amazing technique does not. Danny
! handles the comic impersonations.
of which his quavering voiced Car
men OF the Lombardo Trio is bulls
eve perfect. And the guitarist.
whose name also eludes. Is a ringer
for the high voice notorious In the
Ink Spots foursome.