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Good morning, Benny Goodman, on your birthday. I would nominate your band's rendition of "Sing, Sing, Sing" as the paradigmatic song of the swing era. Just listen: Doesn't it make you want to dance-- and prance -- and take a chance? Runner-up: "It Don't Mean a Thing if it Ain't Got That Swing."
as for today, chilly and gray in Ithaca, it might as well be swing.
And as for tonight, Benny and band will play "Moonglow."
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
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