When I was the age of some of you, or a little order, the name bands used to come through this region, playing the parks in the summer and the ballrooms in the winter. I notice you don’t get many big bands anymore. In fact, I’m told there aren’t any, to speak of. But when I was a young fellow there wasn’t name band in the country that didn’t play here and all around here. And over and over again. It won’t mean anything to you, but I can remember one night when Paul Whiteman, with a thirty-five-piece band, was playing a one-nighter and only two miles away was Vincent Lopez, with his big band. How to compare it anymore. Ray Conniff and Neal Hefti, I guess. But I can tell you this much, one of the singers with Whiteman was a young practically unknown singer with a trio, named Bing Crosby. And if memory serves, the famous Bix Beiderbecke was also with Whiteman around that time. Those of you that collect records will recognize the name Bix Beiderbecke. First name, Leon. Played cornet. Also piano. You have a musician today, Bushkin, he plays piano and horn, but Bushkin was never idolized the way Bix was. They even wrote a novel about him, and if I’m not mistaken, it was turned into a New York play.