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...Louis: When It's Sleepy Time Down South, When the Saints Go Marching In. And at the Manhattan nightclub where he has been appearing, customers respond with rare enthusiasm to his strong, clean horn tones. Just in case anyone misses the point, Enrico rolls his eyes occasionally like Satchmo and even pulls out a white handkerchief to mop his forehead...
...been developing his skills ever since age four, when his father Ernie Tomasso, an experienced clarinetist, started the boy on the piano. "He could play flattened ninth chords before he even knew what they were," says the proud father. A year later Enrico heard Satchmo on records and that was the end of the piano. Recalls Enrico: "Dad bought me a trumpet. Then he brought in a teacher. Most people think you blow ordinary when you blow a trumpet. You don't. You have to put your lips together and make a sound like bluebottle flies buzzing...
Enrico steeped himself in Satchmo's music. In 1968, he even met the great Armstrong, and played the Basin Street Blues for him. "Boy, you got some chops there!" growled the flabbergasted Louis. For two weeks Armstrong had Enrico as his backstage guest, teaching him to shoot craps and offering sporadic worldly advice: "Don't marry any woman who don't dig your horn...
...Satchmo, will you get to Heaven?/I doubt it," said Soviet Poet Yevgeny Yevtushenlco in a poetic tribute to the late Louis Armstrong. "But if you do,/Do as you did in the past./And play./Cheer up the state of the angels." The outspoken Yevtushenko has bothered Russia's bosses for years, blessing and blaming with small regard to the Communist Party line. And he has not changed. In one part of his Armstrong's Trumpet he says, "A poet and a great jazzman are equal brothers in what they give the world." Soviet leaders, who frown...
...months ago Jazz King Louis ("Satchmo") Armstrong was gravely ill in a Manhattan hospital, fighting an apparently losing battle for his life. Now the gravel-throated singer and trumpeter has told newsmen: "My playing and singing's O.K. and I feel pretty good." To prove it, he took up his trumpet, blasted into What a Wonderful World, and announced he planned to go back to work. Said Satchmo: "That's what life's all about...