Word: jazzing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Louis likes playing from the soul. Says he: "That bop is nice to listen to for a while but not all night. It's not jazz-all them variations-it's more an exercise. You've got to have that lead...
Louis liked Europe well enough to return in 1933 and stay for two years. He still thinks the British are the best appreciators of jazz in the world ("Man! They know more about my records than I do"). Next to the British, he ranks the French, who call his kind of music le jazz hot. Last year, when he went to France for the Jazz Festival at Nice (TIME, March 8), President Vincent Auriol himself sent Louis a large Sevres vase. But after each trip abroad Louis says: "Europe's fine, but I sure get homesick...
...Father") Hines, Clarinetist Barney Bigard and Drummer Sidney ("Big Sid") Catlett. The only youngster, 25-year-old Arvell Shaw played bass fiddle. When Louis and his All-Stars swung into West End Blues, Confessin' or Rockin' Chair, it was hard for oldtimers to believe that Louis or jazz were ever better...
Louis gives the back of his hand to the latest variety of jazz, bebop (or bop). The boppers, who know the way he feels, tend to speak of him in the past tense. "Nowadays," says Negro Bop Trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie, "we try to work out different rhythms and things that they didn't think about when Louis Armstrong blew. In his day all he did was play strictly from the soul-just strictly from his heart. You got to go forward and progress. We study...
...arising is to turn on two or three radios, one in each room, and they stay on all day. Louis doesn't care what the program is ("I can get something out of any of them"). Apparently, sweet, slurred stuff is just as acceptable to him as hot jazz. His favorite "listening band" for years has been Guy Lombardo's-and Louis doesn't care how many jazz pedants faint when they hear it; "Guy Lombardo advertises the 'sweetest music this side of heaven' and that's what he plays...