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Louis Armstrong- When the Saints Go Marching In
With apologies to my estranged but fondly-missed sister Katiebakes, I think I’ll begin posting a different version of this song every time the Saints win; I should hope to exhaust my reserve of covers by the end of the season, but one never knows with this team from the City that Care Forgot.
Up next: Sidney Bechet.
Clive James, on the role jazz played in American history. I think this is very beautiful, and not solely because I love jazz; it’s also a sound appraisal of where art stands in relation to justice: it can provoke shifts in mass consciousness that assist change, but it is just as important as a source of meaning when injustice reigns.
