OK, I just had an image in my mind of me somehow wiggling my fingers at the laptop, and music just magically being channelled over to CP.... With bright colors and all...

(Wow, who knew what 12.5 hours of sleep would do for me?!)

Hmm, usually it's lack of sleep that makes people hallucinate.

How exactly did you confuse "Harold" and "Satchmo"? ;)
How is this different from a normal music transfer over the internet? :p Science is powerful magic.

Pops was truly a great master. Cats like him, Bird, Miles, Diz and a few others forever changed American music, and Louis was right there at its birth.

Here's an ironic footnote to his story. He first played trumpet (cornet, to be accurate) in a boys home in Storeyville, where he was sent after being picked up for firing a pistol into the air while reveling on New Years. If he hadn't stepped slightly outside the law that day, jazz may never have taken the route that it did. And to throw in a little irony, and I just recently found this out myself, his home in New Orleans was just recently torn down in order to build...

a police station! :D

Kind of "circle of life" in a way, isn't it?

Lovely coincidence...While reading Foucault's Pendulum at lunch, it happens to mention Louis Armstrong. Of course, in the very same paragraph it says, "The important thing is not to puff out your cheeks: that only happens in movies, cartoons, or New Orleans brothels." Really? After a mention of Satchmo, that's your advice?

"Yessssssir, goin' to New Orleans Square on the Mark Twain...."

When my dad was college-age he was a professional photographer (school dances, pin-up girls, etc...) He has a photo he took of Satchmo signing autographs for my dad. One of the few "cool" things my dad has done.

Unless you've lost muscle control. I like him, too.

But Armstrong, man, Armstrong... Coltrane may have been the reason I took up the sax, but Armstrong was the reason I was sad I never took up the horn. Though both of them make me a litte sad I ever put it down. Not that I'd ever be great, but they taught me how to release my heart through my embouchure, and I miss it.

:blush: Umm, oops. Yeah, I was thinking of Gillespie. I do that a lot, whenever I hear "Satchmo", Dizzy's cheeks are the first image that comes to mind.

That's okay. Since Satchmo is short for Satchel Mouth, the mix-up is understandable.