"Gully Low Blues", Louis Armstrong and His Hot Seven

Well this is a new sound.

Well actually a very old sound.  I have said before that music will often paint a mental picture for me.  "Gully Low Blues" conjures up the image of a very old black and white cartoon of say a scrappy junk yard dog who yearns to be with the poshy West Side poodle or something.  Something about class struggle, something about love and insecurity and a boat load of other emotions..

There were some notes in the intro to this song that had the glass in my house shuddering.  I thought for sure there was going to be a Maxell moment when all the glass in my house broke.

See the problem with trying to review music from another day is that there is nothing to compare it with.  How exactly do you compare the originals or masters to the offspring or inspiration of modern day performers?  Its not as easy as the other way around.  Louis Armstrong cannot be compared to anyone at all.  His voice is a doughy thick muffled sound so distinct it cannot be imitated.  The thickness to the sound made my cholesterol level spike. 

Cartoons and donuts.  Interesting comparisons. 

The lyrics are snappy and cool, delivered with a casual wrist flip only a man with complete control could pull off.

Not too shabby- its rather sassy.