It’s that time again: our irregular compendium of the odd ways that 1) people find this blog, and 2) what they think they are looking for, often the answer to a question or an attempt to locate something vaguely defined. Here are seven, with some often flippant commentary attached.
fats waller vs billie holiday
I wish I knew what the searcher had in mind: was (s)he considering the repertoire Fats and Billie had in common, or their particular approaches to songs, or their respective popularity or the sales figures of their records? The image it calls to mind is of Jazz Wrestling or Jazz Boxing. Fats would have been able to stifle Billie by sheer bulk, but she’d have it over him on mobility, tenacity, and perhaps rage. And what color trunks would they wear?
what year did mildred bailey get fat
The mind reels. What is there to say? The nature of the question ends all inquiry, I think.
louis armstrong on cakes
I want to know where this bakery is. My birthday is in November, and I wouldn’t mind a Louis-cake at all. Or is “on cakes” rather like “on skates,” modifying the subject in a different way; thus, Louis caught in the act of eating some cake? Do tell.
song title they called her easy
An actual song, or a mis-hearing of something more familiar?
youtube carl montana trombone
You know, he worked with the WGJB for a short time — a mountainous player with a wonderful range!
what snare drum did nick fatool play
clyde hurley autograph
These two move me from satire to delight. To think that someone was asking the first question; to think that someone was sufficiently interested in the great and little-known trumpeter Hurley . . . these are a pleasure.
A postscript, with amusement. One day after I posted this, a new entry appeared, its subject the fine trombonist Dion Tucker, whom I’ve seen with David Ostwald’s Louis Armstrong Centennial Band at Birdland on Wednesdays:
dion tucker does he have kids
“Who wants to know?” I say. Dion, if you read my blog, let me know so that I can put someone’s mind at ease . . .