I have the apartment to myself for the next four days, which means there will be no one telling me to turn off my "old man music," my beloved jazz.
Which is great, since yesterday on Spotify I fell into a wormhole of Louis Armstrong, shortly after reading this piece about the Christmas offerings at the Louis Armstrong House out in Queens.
My favorite find is this one, "All That Meat And No Potatoes," if only for the line, "Nothing bothering me that a piece of roast beef can't fix up." He has a point.
And of course, my favorite Louis ditty: