A long time ago, on an island far far away, a University of Hawaii English major with keyboard skills (at a time when keyboards were made out of wood and played notes) was gigging fairly regularly around the city and adjacent military clubs.   One source of employment was with a group of Air Force band members, led by trumpeter Larry Trautman.  That particular spring a large production company arrived on the island, intent on making a film about a certain weekend in December, 1941.   (The eerie sight of B-17's circling over Pearl Harbor is hard to forget).  One scene required a small band to play, but this being the Age of Aquarius, most musicians were just a tad hirsute.  Enter Larry and the Blue Notes, with employer-enforced haircuts totally appropriate to the era being filmed (our pianist, sweating out a final semester in ROTC, was ok except for a small moustache, recently allowed).  Thus it was that our hero found himself in uniform at the Schofield Barracks Officers Club, recreating the last dance before war.