he was someone I wanted to be
jazz regimes couldn’t hold him
any more than did poverty
abandonment or bias
just two generations
descended from slaves
it was music that saved him
the dancehalls and brothels
of Storyville leaving their
belly-bounce imprints of sound
on his eager young mind
his cornet and trumpet
enlivened all genres
of popular taste
his affable life-loving spirit
endeared him to coalminers
cardsharps and kings
his incomparable
technical skills and
a tone clean as crystal
expressed a new spectrum
of human emotions
interpreting songs
with inflections of genius
he added his deep umber
gravelly voice like a poet
reciting in swoon of the jive
in a syncopate meter
ambassador carrying
unique American culture
around this good globe
the first and the best of his kind
he was someone I wanted to be
(for any of you who are close readers of mine, I replaced the phrase “inventions of style” with “inflections of genius” – afterthoughts can plague us poets)
Satch was much beloved here too.
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we were all the better for him
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I remember my whole school gathered to watch the moon landing, singing along to a recording of his What a Wonderful World.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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I love listening to Louis Armstrong and loved reading your poem. So eloquent.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it
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Very nice.
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much appreciated
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Louis Armstrong … the best!
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glad that you agree
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Always, kind sir.
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Yeah!!!! Forever, Matchless! Unique! Mr Satch….
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amen
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musicians are so often charismatic lunatics; one cannot help but fall in love with their lives and their madness!
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what a wonderful observation
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Indeed, perhaps in this instance I chose the genre wrong compared to the main body of his work, yet sometimes one is bound to say ‘What a Wonderful World’
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he made it all the more so, I think
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At this minute, I am listening to an collection of Satchmo and Ella and that beautiful old world trumpet sound in the background. Lovely post Paul.
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thanks kindly – he was a lovely man
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😀
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Has anyone ever been able to sing like old Satchmo? I think not . . .
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his recordings with Ella Fitzgerald are in a class by themselves
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A wonderful tribute.
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thanks kindly
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Really cool man.
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much appreciated
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This man and his music saw me through a tumultuous childhood. I adore him, and always will. You have written a lovely tribute. Lovely. peace
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appreciate that most sincerely
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Wonderful poem and wonderful musician. I often listen to his music while I have supper.
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a nice combination
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Really struck by the sincerity in this poem. A dynamic read!
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thank you most kindly
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A wonderful evocation of a great man.
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appreciate that very much
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