Louis Armstrong

“Well, the old year is dead, gone & buried, praise the Lawd. The new year is gonna be one hot momma. Because Satchmo is not perdido, Satchmo is not dead, he is not lost. He has not left the building, nor the planet. Satchmo is alive and well and living, not in Queens, but on Amie Street. —You can even send the grandaddy of jazz a message ferhevinsakes! Not sure about the postage note. Maybe COD, or a blue note. But be cool, go and march in that numbah. For he's the man who invented the solo improv. Who changed ragtime into Jazz. He defined jazz. Some say he even invented jazz and scat singing. Go resurrect the gravel-voiced Louie Armstrong & the All Stars. Give the founding father of Jazz a hearty house welcome. Now, make a New Year's Resolution. I Double Dare Ya. Go and get his songs, and REC the whole effin' double album. And praise it. Praise it. The Ultimate Collection. For there can be only One Satchmo. Hallelujah. What's not to love? Bon ton rollez! And let the good times roll. Happy New Year Amie Street folks—from The Big Easy! May the sun always shine on your hearts. And may this world be a better place. When the Saint himself, comes marching right on in. "Red beans and ricely yours," mohurley (NOTE BENE: This track is but a fragment of the song but the lyrics deserve some dusting off.) WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN Oh when the saints go marching in/ When the saints go marching in/ Oh lord I want to be in that number/ When the saints go marching in// And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine/ And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine/ Oh lord I want to be in that number/ When the saints go marching in// Some say this world of trouble/ Is the only one we need/ But I'm waiting for that morning/ When the new world is revealed// When the revelation (revolution) comes/ When the revelation (revolution) comes/ Oh lord I want to be in that number/ When the saints go marching in// When the rich go out and work/ When the rich go out and work/ Oh lord I want to be in that number/ When the saints go marching in// When the air is pure and clean/ When the air is pure and clean/ Oh lord I want to be in that number/ When the saints go marching in// When we all have food to eat/ When we all have food to eat/ Oh lord I want to be in that number/ When the saints go marching in// When our leaders learn to cry/ When our leaders learn to cry/ Oh lord I want to be in that number/ When the saints go marching in// We are traveling in the footsteps/ Of those whove gone before/ But well all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)/ On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store). ”