Stories about Louis Armstrong (or almost any other Jazz musician for that matter)
There’s a story that Lucille told later- of being in Kansas City and…it was christmas eve.
Louie played the gig and came back to the hotel or whatever and sat and had a drink and something to eat- and Lucille had gone out and bought a little christmas tree.
They got ready to go to bed and Louie said, “don’t turn the lights off. I want to just sit and look at those lights.” He said, “that’s the first christmas tree I’ve ever had.”
He was so enamored by that tree that when they left the next day he made Lucille pack it and carry it along. and they carried it along on the gig night after night until it actually fell apart.
