Today's Tribune column: "In the groove."

In this world, "beat me, daddy, eight to the bar" is not considered obscene.

BAYLOR: In the groove

On a normal, quiet Sunday morning at home, I invariably awaken with the urge to listen to music. Specifically, my subconscious demands authentic recordings of the big bands, those long-forgotten dinosaurs of popular culture that barnstormed the United States during the approximate period of Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s tenure in the Oval Office.