The retro vogue muddied the water a bit in 1998. Some jazz enthusiasts thought they had to proffer at least qualified support, as in: Isn't this what we fantasized— a popular revival of swing, big bands, touch dancing, and, let's just say it flat out, an antidote to that goddamn rock? Indeed, if we can impeach the '60s, why not go whole hog and eradicate the '50s, where the trouble began? I call on every young person reading this column to forage in granpappy and granmammy's closets, keeping an eye peeled for round cardboard boxes— they may contain wartime fedoras and pleated... More >>>