Life is so easy.
And don’t dare tell me otherwise. It will not work anyway.
whenever I listen to Armstrong, and his oh so easy singing, smooth as sand paper and with that lazy swing that makes it all sound so 'right' , the world is a good place where happy people smile to each other as they groove slowly down a sunny avenue.
Jazz has two faces (other than the seventeen other faces we will not touch now), the dark side of the smoke filled jazz alleys and drunken drug dog eat dog world, and then there is the light. And boy, do Armstrong live in the sunny side of the street. Even when he is sad you know it's not real sorrow…it's something that evolved from that, something that soared above it.
Even when Armstrong sings a sad gospel song like "nobody knows the trouble I've seen" you can never tell if he is crying or smiling. Or if he is doing both, is it the whole entertainer persona even when the clown is sad, or is it really something else. A happy sadness, a sad happiness. Transcendent .
What I do know is that even with the slightly disturbing presence of this Jesus fella, that seems to be in quite a lot of the gospels unfortunately, this is the only song I know that actually makes you want to hug yourself…