Louis Armstrong Quotes.
I never want to be anything more than I am; what I don’t have, I don’t need.
Each man has his own music bubbling up inside him.
Jazz is played from the heart. You can even live by it. Always love it.
‘Cat?’ ‘Cat’ can be anybody from the guy in the gutter to a lawyer, doctor, the biggest man to the lowest man, but if he’s in there with a good heart and enjoy the same music together, he’s a cat.
It really puzzles me to see marijuana connected with narcotics dope and all of that stuff. It is a thousand times better than whiskey. It is an assistant and a friend.
You blows who you is.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Oh, yeah.
I got a simple rule about everybody. If you don’t treat me right – shame on you.
Musicians don’t retire; they stop when there’s no more music in them.
Every time I close my eyes blowing that trumpet of mine, I look right into the heart of good old New Orleans. It has given me something to live for.
The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician.
When the other kids started calling me nicknames, I knew everything was all right. I have a pretty big mouth, so they hit on that and began calling me Gatemouth or Satchelmouth, and that Satchelmouth has stuck to me all my life, except that now it’s been made into ‘Satchmo’ – ‘Satchmo’ Armstrong.
I like kissable lips. A woman’s lips must say, ‘Come here and kiss me, Pops.’
If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.
I had a long time admiration for the Jewish people. Especially with their long time of courage, taking so much abuse for so long. I was only seven years old, but I could easily see the ungodly treatment that the white folks were handing the poor Jewish family whom I worked for.
Well, I tell you… the first chorus, I plays the melody. The second chorus, I plays the melody round the melody, and the third chorus, I routines.
When I play, maybe ‘Back o’ Town Blues,’ I’m thinking about one of the old, low-down moments – when maybe your woman didn’t treat you right. That’s a hell of a moment when a woman tell you, ‘I got another mule in my stall.’