{"id":1474,"date":"2008-09-30T01:05:00","date_gmt":"2008-09-30T08:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/?p=1474"},"modified":"2008-09-30T01:05:00","modified_gmt":"2008-09-30T08:05:00","slug":"jack_bradleys_satchmo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2008\/09\/jack_bradleys_satchmo\/","title":{"rendered":"Jack Bradley&#8217;s Satchmo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><p>It was nearly dawn after a round &#8212; several rounds &#8212; of music and conviviality during the 1969 New Orleans Jazz Festival. A few of us were sitting on the balcony of Bobby Hackett&#8217;s hotel room on Bourbon Street swapping stories and thinking it might be about time to call it a night. Hackett&#8217;s guests, in alphabetical order, were Count Basie, Jack Bradley, Willis Conover, Eddie &#8220;Lockjaw&#8221; Davis, Paul Desmond and I. Dropping those names is a bit disturbing because all of their owners but Jack and I are memories. There was a good deal of laughter and &#8212; to use a phrase I wish hadn&#8217;t fallen out of fashion &#8212; shuckin&#8217; and jivin&#8217;. We decided to extend the party and order breakfast from room service. Before we adjourned, we toasted the sun rising over the rooftops of the French Quarter. That was a good night. <\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><em>Rifftides<\/em> readers no doubt recognize all of those names except, perhaps, Bradley&#8217;s. Jack is a photographer, quite a good one. He used to do a fair amount of writing for jazz publications. I&#8217;ve never been entirely sure how he supported himself; probably not by writing about jazz and shooting pictures of musicians. <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"mt-image-left\" style=\"FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 20px 20px 0px\" height=\"83\" alt=\"Bradley, Pops.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/Bradley%2C%20Pops.jpg\" width=\"122\" \/>I used to see him occasionally in New Orleans and, later, fairly often in New York. Here,&nbsp;Louis Armstrong&nbsp;and Jack&nbsp;are pictured together in 1963. I knew that this garrulous and engaging man was close to Armstrong and collected Armstrong memorabilia.&nbsp; Until Niko Koppel&#8217;s story in the Sunday <em>New York Times<\/em>, I didn&#8217;t know the extent of that closeness or his collecting&nbsp;obsession. <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Mr. Bradley archived just about anything from Armstrong that he could save &#8212; discarded letters, eyeglasses, handkerchiefs, even clothes that did not fit properly after Armstrong lost weight. In addition, he paid Armstrong&#8217;s valet and housekeeper for goods and ephemera that the musician gave to them. &#8220;It was important to preserve everything that he spoke and he did,&#8221; Mr. Bradley said. &#8220;He was the genius of the 20th century.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Now, Jack is passing his extensive Armstrong collection to an institution that will preserve it and&nbsp;show it&nbsp;to the public. To read the whole story, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2008\/09\/29\/nyregion\/29satchmo.html?_r=2&amp;ref=nyregion&amp;oref=slogin&amp;oref=slogin\" target=\"_blank\">go here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>If you need a reminder of why it is&nbsp;easy to be obsessed with Louis, watch this video. It&#8217;s also a nice way to remember Paul Newman.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/lIHLJbttzGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0\" width=\"440\" height=\"355\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\"><\/p>\n<p><\/embed><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was nearly dawn after a round &#8212; several rounds &#8212; of music and conviviality during the 1969 New Orleans Jazz Festival. A few of us were sitting on the balcony of Bobby Hackett&#8217;s hotel room on Bourbon Street swapping stories and thinking it might be about time to call it a night. 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