My parents, both WWII veterans, greatly influenced my musical tastes. As a teenager, I ate my breakfast at the kitchen table with my dad, who listened to a local AM station that played Big Band and Swing music in the mornings. I came of age listening to more Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, the Dorsey Brothers and many other such musicians and groups. Those musicians are in my playlist today.
A couple of years ago, I happened on an the album Hot by the Squirrel Nut Zippers. I was intrigued by it because one song was called "Memphis Exorcism." When I played that song, I realized (happily) that Swing was not dead. It had grown while remaining true to its roots.
I recently purchased albums from three groups and I want to share them with you. If after listening to this music your toes aren't tappin' and your fingers aren't snappin', check your pulse.
First is the Cherry Poppin' Daddies. I bought their CD "Zoot Suit Riot" and have been kicking this up and down the streets of Memphis:
Second is the Brian Setzer Orchestra and the album "The Dirty Boogie." If the name or face seems familiar, it's because he was the front for The Stray Cats.
The third and not least, Bog Bad Voodoo Daddy, with the album of the same name.