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.
Louis ArmstrongRead
Never play a thing the same way twice.
Interpretation
Embrace creativity and spontaneity in your expressions.
This quote by Louis Armstrong emphasizes the importance of originality and the beauty of artistic expression. It suggests that each performance or creative endeavor should be unique, allowing for personal growth and exploration rather than repetition.
In practice
This quote can be used in a workshop on improvisation to encourage participants to be innovative.
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.
Making money ain't nothing exciting to me. You might be able to buy a little better booze than the wino on the corner. But you get sick just like the next cat and when you die you're just as graveyard dead as he is.
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My whole life, my whole soul, my whole spirit is to blow that horn.
I've Got the World on a String.
It's America's classical music ... this becomes our tradition ... the bottom line of any country in the world is what did we contribute to the world? ... we contributed Louis Armstrong
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If you take blue paint and yellow paint and you mix them, you get green paint. But if you take blue light and yellow light and mix them, you get white light. This is a shock to most people.
I said Yo Jay, I can rap. And I spit this rap that said I'm killin' ya'll *****s on this lyrical sh*t, mayonnaise colored benz, I push miracle whips.
I don't start with a color order, but find the colors as I go.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
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