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posted by Greg Beck at Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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3 Comments:
Now that's an oldie for even a borderline geezer like myself!
Good movie though! Makes you wonder why we can't get a decent bio type flick made about more recent music trend setters!
Hendrix for one.
I've never seen the movie .. but I do like Jimmy Stewart and big band/swing. I'll have to check it out.
My favorite part is the band playing "In The Mood" during the buzz bomb attack.
If that doesn't make you tear-up and smile, nothing will.
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