PROLOGUE: The First Movement プロローグ 第一楽章： Phone conversation is one thing; a letter lasts. I love the intimacy of letters, the warm communication that flows between two people who take the time to write. It reminds me of dialogue …

ウィントン・マルサリス著「To a Young Jazz Musician」を英日対訳（文法解説付）で読んでゆきます（全12回）。 2003年発行のこの名著は、41歳のウィントンが、19歳の弟子「アンソニー」に対し、「コンサートツアーの合間を縫って送った10通の手紙」という仮…

chapter 14 (pp229-240) WHEN I GOT ON THE TRAIN I found an empty seat next to a lady and her three children, and she was really sticking. What I mean by "sticking" is that she had a big basket of good old southern fried chicken which she ha…

chapter 13 (pp211-228) WHEN THE SEASON ENDED at Davenport, Iowa, Captain Joe Streckfus gave each one of us his bonus, which consisted of all the five dollars kept out of our pay each week during the whole season. That was a nice taste of m…

chapter 12 (pp192-210) AS THE DAYS ROLLED ON I commenced getting hep to the jive. I learned a good deal about life and people as I shot dice with the waiters, the deck hands, the musicians and anybody else who gambled. Sometimes after we l…

chapter 11 (pp181-191) BY THIS TIME I was beginning to get very popular round that good old town of mine. I had many offers to leave Kid Dry's band, but for some time none of them tempted me. One day a redheaded band leader named Fate Mara…

chapter 10 (pp150-180) THE BRICK HOUSE, in Gretna, Louisiana . . . In all my whole career the Brick House was one of the toughest joints I ever played in. It was the honkytonk where levee workers would congregate every Saturday night and t…

chapter 9 (pp136-149) ALONG ABOUT THE middle of the summer of 1918 Joe Oliver got an offer from Chicago to go there to play for Mrs. Major, who owned the Lincoln Gardens. He took Jimmie Noone with him to play the clarinet. 1918年夏の最中、…

chapter 8 (pp124-135) EARLY IN 1918 the flu began to let up, and the United States started to get after the Kaiser and his boys in fine fashion. The last draft call was for men between eighteen and forty-five, so I went down to the draft b…

chapter 7 (pp109-123) I TOOK A LOT OF ODD JOBS to keep my head above water and to help out Mayann and Mama Lucy. For instance, I worked on a junk wagon with a fellow named Lorenzo. He was a very funny fellow and he did not pay me much, but…

chapter 6 (pp89-108) ARTHUR BROWN was one of my playmates at school. He was a quiet good-looking youngster with nice manners and a way of treating the girls that made them go wild about him. I admired the way he played it cool. He was goin…

chapter 5 (pp63-88) I THINK THAT HENRY PONCE went into men's haberdashery or some other kind of legitimate business. At any rate he could not use me, and I never saw him again. We all missed Henry Ponce because he was a kind and generous m…

chapter 4 (pp52-62) I WAS FOURTEEN when I left the Home. My father was still working in the turpentine factory and he had his boss have a talk with Judge Wilson. I was released on the condition that I would live with my father and stepmoth…

.chapter 3 (pp33-51) NEW ORLEANS CELEBRATES the period from Christmas through the New Year jubilantly, with torch light processions and firing off Roman candles. In those days we used to shoot off guns and pistols or anything loud so as to…

.chapter 3 (pp33-51) NEW ORLEANS CELEBRATES the period from Christmas through the New Year jubilantly, with torch light processions and firing off Roman candles. In those days we used to shoot off guns and pistols or anything loud so as to…

chapter 2 (pp22-32) AFTER A WEEK OR TWO mother recovered and went to work for some rich white folks on Canal Street, back by the City Park cemeteries. I was happy to see her well again, and I began to notice what was going on around me, es…

SATCHMO My Life in New Orleans by LOUIS ARMSTRONG (October 1954) Prentice-Hall Inc. New York chapter 1 (pp7-21) WHEN I WAS BORN in 1900 my father, Willie Armstrong, and my mother, May Ann ― or Mayann as she was called ― were living on a li…

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SATCHMO My Life in New Orleans サッチモ 僕のニューオーリンズでの日々 by LOUIS ARMSTRONG (October 1954) Prentice-Hall Inc. New York ルイ・アームストロング著（1954年） chapter 14 (pp229-240) WHEN I GOT ON THE TRAIN I found an empty seat next…

The Tuxedo Brass Band had the same kind of summer uniform as the Onward Brass Band: white band caps with black trimmings, blue shirts, white pants and tan shoes. Since the Onward Brass Band had broken up, we came into power. Fine as they w…

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chapter 13 (pp211-228) WHEN THE SEASON ENDED at Davenport, Iowa, Captain Joe Streckfus gave each one of us his bonus, which consisted of all the five dollars kept out of our pay each week during the whole season. That was a nice taste of m…

After the guy had been thrown out we finished our drinks. At least we tried to finish them for they were lined up like soldiers. We said good night to Matranga and the crowd and were on our merry way to Joe Segretta's at Liberty and Perdid…

chapter 12 (pp192-210) As THE DAYS ROLLED ON I commenced getting hep to the jive. I learned a good deal about life and people as I shot dice with the waiters, the deck hands, the mu sicians and anybody else who gambled. Sometimes after we …

In addition to Fate, Joe Howard and myself, the other members of Marable's band when I joined were Baby Dodds, drums; George (Pops) Foster, bass; David Jones, melophone; Johnny St. Cyr, banjo guitar; Boyd Atkins, swing violin, and another …

SATCHMO My Life in New Orleans サッチモ 僕のニューオーリンズでの日々 by LOUIS ARMSTRONG (October 1954) Prentice-Hall Inc. New York ルイ・アームストロング著（1954年） chapter 11 (pp181-191) BY THIS TIME I was beginning to get very popular a…

During those days, when I wasn't playing with Kid Ory in a funeral or a parade or an advertising stint, I would be at the head of the New Basin Canal, hanging around the charcoal schooners. We youngsters would wait for them to clean the bi…

chapter 10 (pp150-180) THE BRICK HOUSE, in Gretna, Louisiana . . . In all my whole career the Brick House was one of the toughest joints I ever played in. It was the honkytonk where levee workers would congregate every Saturday night and t…

The last time I saw Lady, the mule I used to drive, was November 11, 1918, the day the Armistice was signed, the day the United States and the rest of the Allies cut the German Kaiser and his army a brand 'noo one. At eleven o'clock that m…

chapter 9 (pp136-149) ALONG ABOUT THE middle of the summer of 1918 Joe Oliver got an offer from Chicago to go there to play for Mrs. Major, who owned the Lincoln Gardens. He took Jimmie Noone with him to play the clarinet. [訳] 1918年夏の…