Basie likes being the bad boy. Of course, it hasn’t always been this way. In school, he’d been a team player. Never a guy to glissando, of course, but — you know. He got along. And then somewhere along the way… Who’s he kidding?  Basie remembers the moment vividly. It was a Sunday afternoon, of course. He’d been ringing with the others just like he always did. Carolling out now and again at that cute little Choral, who was brand new that year. (When he was younger, he’d real