I’m reminded of a poem written by, of all people, Victor Buono, when Louis Armstrong died. I can’t find it, nor remember all of it, but I do remember the last lines. The setup was Satchmo arriving in Heaven and being presented with a new trumpet.
“He then blew a rift so fine and fair,
That Gabriel arose and bowed, and moved to second chair.”
I’m reminded of a poem written by, of all people, Victor Buono, when Louis Armstrong died. I can’t find it, nor remember all of it, but I do remember the last lines. The setup was Satchmo arriving in Heaven and being presented with a new trumpet.
“He then blew a rift so fine and fair,
That Gabriel arose and bowed, and moved to second chair.”