[05] Everybody Loves My Baby |
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Wednesday, 28 December 2005 05:50 |
Part V
"Everybody Loves My Baby"
'It was Louis who liberated the music,' Sammy Price says, 'You must remember that in the early days
of Ma Rainey & Bessie Smith, instrumental solos were just beginning he emancipated the jazz musician.'
'He was the kind of musician you could sit there all night & listen to,' Lawrence Brown said, '& be amazed at the technique,
the poise, & just everything. Every trumpet player at that time tried to play one of his choruses.'
Rex Stewart remembers when 'Louis hit town. I went mad with the rest of the town. I tried to walk like him,
talk like him, eat like him, sleep like him. Finally I got to shake hands & talk with him.'
'When I was nineteen,' Bill Coleman adds, 'I first heard Louis on a record with Fletcher Henderson. I was hypnotised, paralysed & knocked out
when I heard him. I could not believe that one man could get so much out of a trumpet. Armstrong
was my first inspiration, & I listened to all of his records I could get hold of. In the beginning I modeled myself on him.'
'The first Louis record I ever heard,' Jack Teagarden remembers, was "Cold In Hand Blues". I was down in Texas, & all the musicians
stood & listened to it over & over again. I guess that just about everywhere else, too, musicians were listening to Louis' records.'
We vipers lived in The Barbeque,' Mezz sez, 'eating ribs five or six times a day & listening to one of the first juke boxes in Harlem. One day I caught up
with the man changing records in the Barbeque, & gave him the names of some of Louis' records. They all hit the juke boxes fast, & they rocked
all Harlem. Everywhere we went we got the proprietor to install more boxes, & they all blared out Louis, Louis & more Louis. The Armstrong craze
spilled over from Harlem right after that, & before long there wasn't a juke box in the country that Louis wasn't scatting on.
'Louis & I were running together all the time, & we togged so sharp we got to be known
as the Esquires of Harlem. Dig these outfits: oxford-gray double-breasted suits, black double-breasted
velvet-collared overcoats , white silk handkerchiefs tucked in the breast pockets of our suits,
a derby for Louis, a light gray felt for me with the brim turned down on one side, kind of debonair
& rakish. Louis always held a handkerchief in his hand & that started a real fad
before long all the kids on The Avenue were running up to him with white handkerchiefs in their hands
too, to show how much they loved him. The slogan in our circle of vipers became: "Light Up & Be Somebody."'
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