Dear Saint Armstrong

When I was a kid, I loved reading. I l digested books in gulps so big, my parents were afraid something might burn out in my brain. They tried to limit my reading hours. And then I got a cold. Not just a runny nose that lets you skip a day at school. It was a real fever, the kind you see in horror movies when deadly epidemics break out. And, of course, the fever was tailgated by the ubiquitous runny nose, headache, and sore throat.

The doctor who came to see me told my parents that I should drink a lot of water and tea, sweat profusely under a thick blanket, use salted water to clean my nose and NOT read or watch TV. I thought my life was over.

And then my dad put a rasping LP vynil disk of Armstrong songs performed by Armstrong into a machine that was called a vynil disk player at the time. Armstrong was one of the few Americans allowed to be listened to in the Soviet Union without the risk of being asked out on a romantic date by a down-to-earth treason KGB officer.

I had to listen to Armstrong 24/7. Surprisingly, by the end of the week, I was not hating him and his songs, but absolutely, profoundly, irrevocably in love with them.


Dear Mr Armstrong,

I would like to use the opportunity offered by the Daily Post today to ask you something. I know that if there’s anything up there, you are on it. I mean, sitting on a cloud talking about music with Cole Porter, who’s just been transferred from Purgatory, on probation. I am sure you’ve been promoted to a saint, so it is within your power to grant me my wish.

I love traditional jazz. I love listening to your songs. They make me go back to my childhood, my room, my blanket and teddy bear. It is OK. But please, please, please, REMOVE the fever from these memories. I hate that fever, and your songs make me feel it over and over again.  

Your faithful fan from a planet far, far away. 


PS. Please say hi to Nat King Cole, he was another American we could listen to safely. 


  1. It’s funny how a song can do that to you. I often listen to the old classic country radio stations while I create my art. They always transport me back to being a little girl with my Dad singing Johnny Cash and Johnny Horton songs. The music connection is pretty special to me because my Dad passed away when I was only 12 years old.

    1. Hi! Welcome to my blog ) I’ve checked out some photos on yours and the whole of Johnny Cash CD I have in my car just got associated with you. Next time I listen to it, I know which associations will come to mind. Well, the neuro psychological mechanism of music firing up neural networks responsible for storing associations is more or less simple and clear, but when you personally experience it, it looks more like a miracle )

It would be grand to hear from you now!

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