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Written by Chris M. Junior
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Sam Wood, 36, has spent more than half of his life in music, from playing guitar with punk bands in the 1970s to hosting his own punk and blues-folk radio shows on WXPN-FM (88.5) in Philadelphia during the late 1980s. These days, Wood's guitar playing is done at home, but his radio career continues. Wood's latest broadcasting gig is hosting and co-programming the "21st Century Swing Show," on WWDB-FM (96.5).
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Written by John Woestendiek
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 "May I have this dance?" They actually sat that.
Then, as if emerging from a giant way-back machine set for the 1940s—when bands were big, women wore silk stockings and men had manners, an era when, except maybe for that pesky World War, life seemed more civil—they hit the dance floor (get this!) hand in hand.
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It Don't Mean a Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing! |
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Written by Sophia Pearson
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 It could have been 1936 at the Savoy Ballroom in New York City. A bunch of people, young and old, jive bopping and jitterbugging across a polished wood floor to tunes as old and familiar as your own grandma.
But this is the '90s version of a long-standing tradition. Welcome to the world of the Five Spot, one of Philadelphia's hottest new swing clubs and one that has converted disheartened club goers into jive-talking, fedora-wearing swing kids.
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Written by William Ricchini
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 A cool cat wearing a zoot suit spins a cute dame clad in a vintage skirt and Mary Janes. She kicks for the ceiling, exposing a vintage stocking, as he leaps above her head, almost losing his fedora. Then he dips her before heading home to check his e-mail.
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Written by Adriana Lee
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 With a fedora carelessly cocked on his head and sweat running down his face, Michael Fuchs hoists Ashley Paine in the air. The horn players turn the heat up, telling Fuchs that the end is coming. He senses, without counting, the exact number of beats left to his tune.
Quickly, he spins Paine three times, ignoring the seamed stockings that peelk out from under her skirt, and thrusts her backward, ending the song with the punctuation mark of a hoofer: the dip.
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