By the way, I’ve long wanted to do a meaningful post about Louis Armstrong. This is not that post. Suffice it to say that Satchmo was the first musician who I ever admired. But there is this one thing I do want to share this evening with my handful of readers.
Bizarre as this may seem, Louis Armstrong is responsible for me realizing that I had an imagination. I first became conscience as a child of the power to visualize when I conjured up an image of the great trumpet player and his music. I was sitting around thinking, “Hey! I can make up that music that I like…in my head! And damn, I can seehim too!” I must have looked foolish standing up in my crib, with my eyes closed, swaying and singing a baby-talk version of I’ve Got the World on a String.