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It is Lorraine Glover,
wife of Donald Byrd,
legendary jazz trumpeter.
It is Hampton Hawes,
be-bop jazz pianist.
But both photographs were taken
by William Claxton,
legendary photographer.
However, the rest of this page
is about Valaida Snow!
She was born in Tennessee in 1904.
I am referring to the incomparable Valaida Snow,
a multi-hyphenated phenom.
She was a vaudeville performer,
jazz vocalist and a dancer.
Snow was also
a pre-eminent trumpet player.
Her trumpet playing was so outstanding,
that she was dubbed "Little Louie,"
a complimentary nickname after Louis Armstrong.
Armstrong stated that Snow was
The second best trumpet player after himself.
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Twenty-one years before Marilyn Monroe
sang the song in the 1960 film, Let's Make Love,
Valaida Snow recorded My Heart Belongs to Daddy.
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If you were from Denmark or Switzerland,
you might be able to identify
the musicians in this photograph.
If you were from Denmark or Switzerland,
you wouldn't need me to tell you
about the talent of Valaida Snow.
A fellow bloggerista can better
describe her talents than I can.
I am much better at relying
on your hyper-linking talents.
But this is fact:
Ms. Snow spent two years
imprisoned in a Nazi concentration camp.
I am much better at praying to the likes of Oprah Winfrey.
Hoping that she takes some of her money that isn't being spent on giving an entire audience
brand-new cars and uses that money to make a documentary or bio-pic about Valaida Snow.
* (TIN/TI #1) = This Is Not...This Is... Exhibit #1)
(TIN/TI #2) is here.
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It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...
The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Did you really need to post
ReplyDeleteyour Hampton Hawes-look-alike
photograph on this page?
I absolutely did not need
Deleteto post it here but that image has been
waiting two years to surface.
Finding the This is not Valaida image
magnetically drew the other
William Claxton photograph
to this page.
Forty-eight hours ago,
ReplyDeleteneither Mr. nor Mrs. CarPeo
knew anything about Valaida Snow.
Quite independent of each other
and–unfortunately–3000 miles apart
we both "discovered" her.
This explains why I only believe
in Divine Intervention on days
of the week that end in y.
Bridged by a dream
ReplyDeleteof snow icing fallen leaves
Those leaves magically
ReplyDeletecrossed the continent
and the Snow landed
in my consciousness.