I guess if you were in Chicago at the time all these people and all these references were like "everyday hum-drum", but seen 56 years later, it's like some parallel fantasy universe that is only partially related to ours...yet it all hangs together...nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there...but definitely a nice, kinda psychotropic drugged-out middle class ephemeral place to visit.
And who's that piano player, David LeWinter? VERY nice, semi-Tatum-esque cocktailish version of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes"...
Ah, Chicago, I'll never know you, and probably should have...