 We're going to a party today on arts and medicine. A party that continued with the wonderful era of the 1920s and 30s, when Americans were not on the town with their musical entertainment. They flocked to nightclubs, to music halls, to dance halls, for good-being rhythms and close-knit comedies, and singable melodies were the hard miles of this wonderful era. Hello, I'm John Barthes, your host for Arts and Medicine. Everything was more elegant back then, but a performance answer the audience to survive. People did not just go out, they went stepping out. As you were up in two minutes, I'll take you to a pro-tap and finger-snapping performance by the Manhattan Rhythm King. The Rhythm King, with their impeccable vocal powers, and their wonderful humor, swings through hits from the ragtime era and big band tunes that were written for the Glynnore and Duke Valentino music. They bring to life American popular music the way I think it is meant to be heard. Come along now, let's meet the Manhattan Rhythm King. The afterbeat is the next beat after the downbeat. Not the first beat or the onbeat, but the offbeat. Like a backbeat or an echo beat, that's the afterbeat. Not a three beat, a four beat, or a three, four beat. Not a square beat, a nowhere beat, but a laughter beat. And a swinging beat, and a dancing beat is the afterbeat. Not a beat-up beat, a beat-knit beat, but the afterbeat. Yeah, the emphasis always on the last bit, that's the afterbeat. Not an up-a-pa or a cha-cha-cha, but the afterbeat. It's a late beat, a great beat, it's the afterbeat. In your looking for a gay beat or a fun beat. Then the one beat, oh, you are after, is the afterbeat. Or the onbeat, the backbeat, like an echo beat, that's the afterbeat, that's the afterbeat. That's the afterbeat, that's the afterbeat. Afterbeat, afterbeat. Before we leave, we have one last song. Remarkably enough, this last tune was written by America's greatest dancer, Mr. Fred Astaire. It's called Tapping the Time. Dance is coming, dance is going, something that some are slow. New generations hit the nation, sway them to and fro. People look for something strange, but there's nothing new. So I guess the only thing to set you going is what I'm showing you. It's not a cheap deal, beating thrill from toe to head. It's a time tapping foot, slapping dance, that knocks them dead. To see that hook for 85, bless me, he's tapping the time. That Charleston dance is none of mine. Tapping the time, we know that rock bottom has winning ways. But give me back those old buck wingin' days. Each movement's got to be in rhyme, then you're tapping the time.