Yes, and Wolf Man Jack was in there someplace. I played big band then, at least what was left of it. The fellows I knew hated those names you mentioned. They were like hicksville and red-necked.
The men I played with knew the WWII songs, the romanticism of warfare. I played 2nd tenor, lead tenor. We had about 580 arrangments: all the Glen Miller Stuff, Bennie Goodmen, Lional Hampton, Stan Kenton, Harry James, Les Brown, Matavonne, and so forth. They don't even sell those music arrangements anymore for a complete band, that I know of.
We danced real too, like we threw them gals over our shoulders, between our legs, around our waist. We could turn 3-times around going from standing tall to squat. We could jump with patten-leather black shoes from ground to straight tall. That's when women were feminine and proud to be so; they wore dresses. Tango, samba, waltz, rumba, and so forth were common things.
It was fun to dress to the nines; women in gowns, men in dinner jackets and tux, ballrooms all over town. We were cool cats: white shoes, white thin belts, bright pink shirts, chain loops 12 inches long, chain watches.
In the Carolinas, most of us were innocent through most of it. For a gal to smoke or color her hair meant she was a slut. No one cursed when he talk.
A different era but the same-old same-old. It was Satan's world beating to a different drum beat. The marketing mind was still there calling the shots and steering the public.
In the mist of it were those that were popular because then had money or were attractive. Many of the rest might suffer from loneliness, envy, being bored, and so forth. There were still dumb parents raising dumb children, like today.
Yes I had fun; however, if I had had mental, emotional, and spiritual training; I would never have joined the military or become a Jehovah's Witness.
Each generation has it's own ignorance, without Christ.
The created world is not the real world. The invisible realm was here first.
Heavenly Father may your Kingdom come soon. Come Lord Jesus.