Herbert Feis relates how George Gershwin was talking to a friend on the crowded beach of a resort near New York City. The sounds and shrieks of voices pierced their conversation. Clanking tunes ground out from a nearby merry-go-round, while barkers and hucksters shouted themselves hoarse.
From underground came the deep roar of the subway; beside the…
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