ol' man stravinsky wrote this piece in 1945 for his homeboy woody herman, a jazz dude.  pretentious hoity-toity types will tell you that woody couldn't really handle this epic clarinet part, and that the 1970s version is way better, with pierre boulez conducting the slick frenchies of the ensemble intercontemporain.  and when it comes to 20th century white people music, i always go with the pretentious folk. 

_ro-oar