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“If you have to ask what jazz is, you'll never know.”
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“All music is folk music. I ain't never heard a horse sing a song.”
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“What we play is life.”
― Louis Armstrong, In His Own Words: Selected Writings
― Louis Armstrong, In His Own Words: Selected Writings
“Seems to me it ain't the world that's so bad but what we're doing to it, and all I'm saying is: see what a wonderful world it would be if only we'd give it a chance. Love, baby - love. That's the secret.”
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“You will never know what the meaning of Jazz is if ask what it means.”
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“The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in the back yard on a hot night or something said long ago.”
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“If you have to ask what jazz is you will never know." Louis Armstrong”
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“There's some folks, that, if they don't know, you can't tell 'em.”
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“We all go Do, Re, Mi, but you've gotta find all the other notes yourself.”
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“There are some people that if they don't know, you can't tell them.”
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“The Bright Blessed Day, the Dark Sacred Night”
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“What a wonderful world.”
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“Man, if you have to ask what it [jazz] is, you’ll never know.”
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“There are some people that if they don't know, you can't tell 'em.”
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“What is Jazz? Dude, if you have to ask, you'll never know.”
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“If it sounds good, it is good.”
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“I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying how do you do
They're really saying
I love you
I hear babies cry
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Ooh, yes”
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Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying how do you do
They're really saying
I love you
I hear babies cry
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Ooh, yes”
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“Musicians don’t retire; they stop when there’s no more music in them.”
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“The Pope was such a fine little fella, you know.”
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“Give me a kiss to build a dream on, and my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.
Kisses for Mr. Castle - The Hersey Kiss Story”
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Kisses for Mr. Castle - The Hersey Kiss Story”
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“There are some people that if they don't know, you can't tell em”
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“Man, all music is folk music. You ain't never heard no horse sing a song, have you?”
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“I don’t let my head say nothin’ my head can’t stand”
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“Every time I close my eyes blowing that trumpet of mine, I look right into the heart of good old New Orleans. It has given me something to live for.”
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“The Waifs' Home was an old building which had apparently formerly been used for another purpose. It was located in the country opposite a great big dairy farm where hundreds of cows, bulls, calves and a few horses were standing. Some were eating, and prancing around like they wanted to tell somebody, anybody, how good they felt. . . .When I got out of the wagon with the other boys the first thing I noticed was several large trees standing before the building. A very lovely odor was swinging across my nostrils.
"What flowers are those that smell so good?" I asked.
"Honeysuckles," was the answer.
I fell in love with them, and I'm ready to get a whiff of them any time.”
― Satchmo: My Life in New Orleans
"What flowers are those that smell so good?" I asked.
"Honeysuckles," was the answer.
I fell in love with them, and I'm ready to get a whiff of them any time.”
― Satchmo: My Life in New Orleans
“Each man has his own music bubbling up inside him.”
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