In
the December 1969 issue of Esquire,
twenty-five elderly celebrities offered advice to the younger generation. Among
them were Rube Goldberg, Maurice Chevalier, Norman Rockwell, Lotte Lehmann,
Buckminster Fuller, Leopold Stokowski – and Louis Armstrong. The trumpeter’s reply
is collected in Louis Armstrong in His
Own Words: Selected Writings (ed. Thomas Brothers, 1999). Here is how he
concludes:
“Just
want to say that music has no age. Most of your great composers—musicians—are
elderly people, way up there in age—they will live forever. There’s no such
thing as on the way out. As long as you are doing something interesting and
good. You are in business as long as you are breathing. `Yeah.’”
A
year and a half later, on this date, July 6, in 1971, Armstrong was dead at age
sixty-nine. Geoffrey “Blueberry” Hill died last week at
age eighty-four. In section XL in The
Orchards of Syon (2002) he writes:
“Still,
gratitude to music for making
us
vocal: music to find its place here.
Estimable
Saint-Saƫns,
firework cadenzas,
Fourth or Fourteenth of July. Does music
know or care how it sounds? Go, horns
of plenty, clash promiscuous
cymbals!”
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