"That night I went round to James's house. We played a few
Armstrong records, just to get into the mood, then worked
out a programme. We were forced to recognize that there was
a fixed number of hours between Armstrong's arrival at nine
a.m. on Thursday morning and his departure at noon on Saturday.
We reluctantly conceded that some of these hours would have to
be set aside for eating, and probably for sleeping (although
James, I think, placed great reliance on the legend that jazz
musicians, by taking narcotics, could do without sleep)."
Next day James cabled the programme to New York:
FIRST DAY MET AIRPORT ENTHUSIASTIC CROWDS THEN FORMAL CALLS
GOVERNOR PRIME MINISTER AFTERNOON DRIVE THROUGH CITY EVENING
PRESS PARTY NIGHT OPENAIR CONCERT THIRTY THOUSAND PEOPLE
AFTERWARDS VISIT NIGHTCLUBS SECOND DAY STUDIO INTERVIEW LUNCH
UNIVERSITY THEN OPENAIR DISPLAY TRADITIONAL DANCING DRUMMING
EVENING PRIME MINISTERS PARTY NIGHT THEATRE CONCERT FINALLY
JAMSESSION PARAMOUNT THIRD MORNING ON BEACH PROCESSION TO
AIRPORT FOR DEPARTURE [page 216]
"Then the spirit took charge. The crowd suddenly swarmed over the
fence into the prohibited tarmac area, and the two cultures met
with explosive zest. The police and customs officers watched
helplessly. De Poris and his men sweated and shot film frantically.
Ajax Bukana gallantly rushed to greet Velma Middleton, Armstrong's
twenty-stone blues singer. He took her by the hand, bowed gracefully,
and led her past the crowded airport fence in an absurd, joyous
gavotte. A dozen trumpet players swung in behind Armstrong. They
blew their hardest in his ear as they marched along. The Americans,
now with the tune between their teeth, blew as hard as anyone, led
by Armstrong's swinging, driving trumpet. As the animated mass
of players and singing people moved across the tarmac, gathering
strength and impetus all the time, the noise and the clamor rose to
the skies in the greatest paean of welcome Accra had ever known." [page 225]
"I looked in at James's reception. Armstrong was
the most famous person to visit the Gold Coast
since the Prince of Wales in the nineteen twenties.
Everybody in Accra we had invited, and some we had
not, stood round talking to Armstrong and his men.
Even Phillip Gbeho had overcome his distaste for
brass bands" [page 233]
Raymond soon departed for E.T. Mensah's to check on the arrangements for the
evening's jam session, scheduled to begin at nine o'clock. There, he found
Gene De Poris and E.T. arguing about space for the cameras. E.T. had packed
the Paramount with many extra tables and they were being occupied at a rapid
rate. "Clear the floor!", De Poris cried, "we need room to work!" All to no
avail. Finally James Moxon arrived with the Armstrongs.
"The rest of the evening went very well. The atmosphere
and the music were so infectiously happy that nobody
felt like getting worked up. The American musicians
spent hours on the bandstand playing with the local men.
Trummy Young who must have had an unquenchable enthusiasm
for music, played every number. He was the comedian of
the group, and occasionally finished a frantic solo lying
on his back, working the slide of his trombone with his
foot." [page 234]
At midnight the Armstrongs and James left for home. Raymond took the remaining
members of the band to another club - The Weekend In Havana - which was filled with patrons that
had earlier paid to see Louis Armstrong and his All Stars. Trummy Young
immediately picked up his horn and obliged them. Everyone made it home
safely by 8 a.m..
"And I suppose you've had an enthusiastic response to
your - ah - music wherever you've been, Mr. Armstrong?"
he said gravely.
Armstrong paused, holding a chicken leg.
"There's cats everywhere, y'know!", he said, and
went on with his lunch. [page 237]
After a brief silence, Barrett Deems, who had been boosted onto the shoulders of
admiring fans while sightseeing in Accra the previous afternnon, explained that
he liked Africa because it was "drummin' country", and because the drums were made of wood.
His explanation was accompanied by a drumming demonstration using available utensils,
various objects to be found on the table, and the wooden table itself.
"Then the entertainment began."
"Groups from each region, accompanied by their own drummers
and musicians, came into the arena and danced in front of
the visitors...The Americans watched, entranced. It was a
great and moving tribute to a black man from beyond the seas."
"Louis and Lucille Armstrong sat sweating in the heat but
loving it. They had Phillip Gbeho's small children perched
on their laps, and drank from the gourd bowls of palm wine
that were passed round. Edmond Hall sat quietly enjoying
himself: 'We spend all our lives going round the world
entertaining people,' he said in his gentle voice, 'but
this is the first time anybody ever entertained us.' " [page 239]
Then, when the last tribe had paid its tribute, Casely-Hayford introduced
"Mr. Armstrong, the great American musician." The band opened with Indiana,
but there was no response from the audience...they had never heard music
like this. Next, a number at a slower tempo...still no response.
"Then, away across the far side of the arena, a solitary
figure arose. It was an old, old man, with a stave, from
some northern tribe. Slowly, gravely, he advanced towards
the band, in a kind of shuffle, attuned somewhere deep in
his mind to the beat of the music. We waited. Was this the
catalyst that would fuse the cultures? It was not enough.
So an American took the initiative. Lucille Armstrong stood
up and went out into the arena to join the old man. Side by
side, under the bell of Armstrong's swinging trumpet they
slowly danced, as Lucille watched the old man's feet
shuffling in the dust, and matched his steps. She was an
odd but significant figure in her crisp New York dress,
dancing with the old tribesman in his cotton robe. This
was the turning point. As the American woman and the man
of Africa danced, more and more people from around the
arena got up and joined in." [page 240]
Photo of Lucille and The Elder
Shortly thereafter, Louis espied a women in the arena who reminded him of his mother. After finishing his number, he ran to James Moxon and told him what he had seen, saying "I know it now, Jim. I know I came from here, way back." Upon returning to James' house, Louis sent off a number of telegrams to friends in the United States explaining what he had seen.
"Perhaps the most celebrated - and certainly the most popular -
visitors the Gold Coast ever had stayed only two days." [page 215]
G. Giddins, Satchmo (New York: Doubleday, 1988). p. 156, 161.
N. Hentoff, Liner Notes, Satchmo The Great,Columbia Records, (CL 1077, 1956).
M. Jones & J. Chilton, Louis: the Louis Armstrong story 1900-1971, (New York: Da Capo Press, 1988), pp. 31-33.
M. Miller, ed., Louis Armstrong: A Cultural Legacy (Seattle: University of Washington Press, 1994). p. 89, 129.
R. Raymond, There's cats everywhere, y'know!, Black Star In The Wind (London: MacGiddon & Kee, 1960), pp. 197-249.
N.B.: The Satchmo The Great LP is also available as a (reasonably priced) Legacy Records CD, distributed by SONY (Columbia Jazz Masterpieces).
N.B.: The United Artists video, Satchmo The Great, has never been released. Excerpts have been seen here and there. If you are the President and/or CEO of United Artists, or work in the duplicating dept., please release on VHS cassette immediately. Thanks. If you are a Satchmo fan visit the MGM/UA site and bug them (Don't worry, the lion is not real). Thanks.