"At the proper moment, Gonsalves dug in with his tenor and started
blowing. Somewhere around the seventh chorus, it happened. A young
blonde woman in a stylish black dress sprung up out of her box seat and
began to dance. She had caught the spirit, and everyone took notice —
Duke included. In a few moments, that exuberant feeling had spread
throughout the crowd. People surged forward, leaving their seats and
jitterbugging wildly in the aisles. Hundreds of them got up and stood on
their chairs; others pressed forward toward the stage. Sam Woodyard and
Jimmy Woode kept driving the beat mercilessly. The power of that beat,
and the ferocity of Paul’s solo, is what stirred the crowd to those
heights. Duke himself was totally caught up in the moment. The audience
was swelling up like a dangerous high tide."
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