"'Miss Ross felt there was no future in strictly union work...'
Crane whispered to Williams, 'Commercial jobs with the big bands.'
'... and thought I ought to form a band of my own with some ride-men,' Udoni continued, 'and pick up some of the dough going to the jungle boys from Harlem.'
Williams' eyes were questioning, but Crane shook his head.
Udoni went on: 'I had been thinking that myself, so I got hold of Frankie Thomas on for the sax and Clem Packard for the clarinet, and Fats Wolman to handle the drums, and some other boys and we grooved a couple of tunes in New York and caught a wire at a nitery here in Chicago.'
'Wait a minute! Wait a minute!' Crane held both hands in the air. 'You're getting too deep for me. What's grooving a tune?'
'Making a record.'
'What in hell's catching a wire at a nitery?'
'A contract to broadcast from a night club.'"
Jonathan Latimer, The Lady in the Morgue, New York: Pocket Books, 1958 (1936), page 137.
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