July 4th, 1985:
Happy Birthday, Pops!
Louis, you'd a been an 85 year old jazz viper today.
Ding Dong Daddy from Dumas,
You shoulda seen him do his stuff!
Liberator of melody and feeling and love
Happiness, joy, and so hip!
Even though he was living among the ugly American [remember the "Cold" War?].
And who had the courage,
Who told Uncle Sam to go to hell for not
Letting his people go?
Struttin' with some Barbecue
From way down yonder in New Orleans to St. Louis Blues
And who charmed the husk right off o' the corn, Mame?
You always sound like heaven,
Blowing your horn,
Blowing our minds,
And blowin' our blues away.
God damn it, Louis, they're still glorifying war,
And on your birthday, too.
Ain't that a damn shame.
Well, Pops, you know we gotta go now and
Remember, I'll have some red beans and ricely yours
A big smile
The bands all here
And ol' sweet Mary Warner [yes indeed]
Well, lots of love to you, soul man #1.
And everyone digs you still whether they know where it came from or not.
And everyone misses you whether they know it or not.
So, Happy Birthday, Louis Armstrong.
Nobody knows the way I feel this morning
Mandy, make up your mind.
The Lonesome Road!
Lawd, you made the night too long.
Oh, didn't he ramble!
[c] 1996 Richard Tabnik