If Cab Calloway were still alive, I would write him endless fan mail.
Look how smoothly they tap:
I used to live right near the Cotton Club, so I watched the following nostalgically. (NB: Nostalgic for the music, but not the oppression, the rising threat of Naziism, or the Depression):
And one of my favorite songs of all time:
Imagin loving a man "though he was cokey." Cab, baby, you're missed.