King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band, 1921. Ram Hall, Honore Dutrey, King Oliver, Lil Hardin-Armstrong, David Jones, Johnny Dodds, Jimmie Palao, Ed Garland.


Honore Dutrey, trombone
b. New Orleans, LA, USA
d. July 21, 1935 (or possibly 1937), Chicago, IL, USA. Age 41.
(Reference books all disagree on Dutrey's birth and death dates - possibly b. 1890 or '94.)
A trombonist who suffered from asthma? Not a promising situation. And so the professional career of the classic New Orleans slide tailgate trombonist Honore Dutrey was cut short at a mere quarter of a century, while some of his peers kept playing for close to 75 years. Dutrey began gigging with various New Orleans combos starting around 1910, including clarinetist Jimmie Noone's band, with whom his taste for intriguing voices was amply demonstrated. He also worked with the Excelsior Jazz Band, a group whose roots extended as far back as 1880, but do not actually connect to the '90s jazz group from Toronto, whose link to the historic New Orleans band is in name only.
The Excelsior Jazz Band was founded by Henry Allen, senior, in other words the father of Henry "Red" Allen, who already seems a little long in the tooth to most jazz fans. In 1917, Dutrey joined the Navy and like some unfortunate servicemen, was involved in a needless tragedy, permanently damaging his lungs during a shipboard accident. The terrible after-effects left him with asthma, a condition that eventually led to his death, though he gamely carried on blowing and waving his slide in the faces of front row gawkers.
From 1920 to 1924, he played trombone with the famous King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band but also performed and recorded with classic jazz artists such as Carrol Dickerson, Johnny Dodds, and Louis Armstrong's Stompers. He also often led his own bands, following the first professional trails that would eventually lead to a national jazz scene. Apparently, Dutrey was not always that happy about what he found in the process. Heading north from the Crescent City to the Windy City, he was apparently shocked at the lack of status black people had socially in Chicago, compared to New Orleans where the trombonist was one of several black jazz musicians who was an actual property owner.
In the discussion of delicious instrumental blends in the front lines of jazz bands, the combination of Satchmo's improvisations and clever shadowing from Dutrey is not to be forgotten. No less an expert on New Orleans ensemble parts than trombonist Turk Murphy went into detail about how much musical virtuosity and harmonic invention were involved in the day to day blowing of Dutrey. In Murphy's liner notes to an album by the South Frisco Jazz Band, he explains the special challenge faced by a trombonist in a traditional four-horn New Orleans lineup: "It is necessary for the trombone to play a part that is generally in the higher register and of a more sustained and legato nature.
Baby Dodds, Honoré Dutrey, Bil Johnson, Louis Armstrong, Johnny Dodds, Lil Hardin-Armstrong. Sitting in the foreground: King Oliver.
The all-time master of this line was Honore Dutrey of the King Oliver band. If the trombone were to play a lower part, he would conflict with the bass or tuba. In the middle register, he would make the second cornet (or trumpet) less effective, and if he were to play an intricate high-register line, he would give the poor soul playing clarinet an absolute fit." Thus, the much longer career of Satchmo included a progression of trombone foils. As great as some of them were -- Jack Teagarden among them -- there was never another Honore Dutrey. Thus, it is quite common for Dixieland revival groups or other brass ensembles to play written transcriptions of Dutrey's improvised lines.
~ Eugene Chadbourne

Arthur Freed, composer
b. Charleston, SC, USA.
d. April 12, 1973, Los Angeles, CA, USA
Born in 1894, Arthur Freed discovered his talent for writing song lyrics while still at school. A chance meeting with Minnie Marx (mother of the Marx Brothers) took him into vaudeville as a singer, and on to his first songwriting hit, 'I Cried for You'; in 1923. In 1924, in Los Angeles, he met his new collaborator, Nacio Herb Brown. They got their big break in 1929 when they wrote the songs for MGM's first talkie, The Broadway Melody.
Freed went on to write songs for forty-seven films, then persuaded Louis B Mayer to let him try his hand at producing. He bought the rights to a children's story by L Frank Baum called The Wizard of Oz, and the film's phenomenal success was the start of Arthur Freed's second career.
Louis B Mayer gave him a free hand at the helm of what came to be the legendary "Freed Unit", producing some of Hollywood's greatest musicals: Meet Me in St Louis (1944), Easter Parade (1948), On the Town (1949), An American in Paris (1951), Singin' in the Rain (1952), The Band Wagon (1953), Brigadoon (1954), Gigi (1958) and many more.
Freed employed the concept of 'organic integration' in which production numbers arose directly from character or situation, rather than being imposed in an arbitrary fashion. This and other guiding principles helped earn Best Picture Oscars for An American in Paris and Gigi.
Freed retired in 1963, when competition
from television began to edge out the Hollywood
musical. He received a Special Academy Award in 1967.
William Lewis, piano/organ
b. Gates, PA, USA.

"Hot Shot" Love, harmonica
b. Clarkendale, AR, USA.
Coy "Hot Shot" Love was a renaissance man, of a kind, in blues: sign-painter, street denizen, and a magician with a harmonica, who liked to adorn his leather jacket and his bicycle, and other personal items with messages regarding his outlook on life. He lived on Gayoso Street in Memphis, an itinerant musician and sometime sign-painter who got his one moment of glory in the recording studio on January 8, 1954, when he entered Sam Phillips' Sun Studios to record "Wolf Call Boogie" b/w "Harmonica Jam," backed by Mose Vinson at the piano, Pat Hare on guitar, Kenneth Banks on bass, and Houston Stokes on the drums. The A-side, of which an outtake exists, is practically a monologue with musical accompaniment, set at a tavern and filled with insults directed at a bartender and wry observations on life and love. The B-side is a duet between Love and Pat Hare, with the former getting the better of the guitar player, vocally and blowing some Sonny Terry-style harp, in a mismatched competition.
Love never cut another single for Sun -- accounts suggest he was juggling relationships with as many as seven women at once, indicating that he had better things to do than go into the recording studio -- but "Wolf Call Boogie" is one of the most anthologized of all Sun blues tracks, appearing on numerous compilations from Rhino, Rounder, Charly, and Bear Family, and is regarded, at least in its freewheeling style and raunchy subject matter, as a step forward on the road from country blues to rock & roll. Love survived for decades after his one claim to recorded music legend, and died in a car accident in Interstate 55.
~ Bruce Eder

Marion Mann
Marion Mann vocals.
Sang with Bob Crosby.

Truman "Pinky" Tomlin, vocalist/Lyricist/Orch. Leader.
b. Eureka Springs, OK, USA. d. Dec. 1987.
His best recalled lyric: "The Object of My Affection" "Pinky" was a Vocalist/Lyricist/bandleader, who was most active during the 1930s and 1940s. In the mid-1930s, he was especially active in Hollywood when he appeared many films. He is best recalled today for the tune "Object of My Affection", which he and H. Coy Poe wrote the lyric to music by Harry Tobias. Pinky did quite a bit of lyric writing to Harry Tobais' music, including "Friendly Arms", "I'm In Love", "If It Wasn't For The Moon", "I'm Just A Country Boy At Heart"."You're So Necessary", "Let's Dream Awhile", "Love Is All", and many others. Pinky also had composed his own songs, writing both the music and lyric, among which are "The Love Bug Will Bite You" (a hit for Guy Lombardo's orch), "Sweet", "I Told Santa Claus to Bring You", and "In Ole Oklahoma".

Besides "Object of My Affection", Pinky and Coe wrote some other tunes together, (a couple of which also credit bandleader Jimmy Grier as co-composer) including one - "What's The Reason I'm Not Pleasin' You" - that was a very big hit for Fats Waller. And a 1930's (?) Big Band Short, including a 50 minute film that featured "Pinky" Tomlin and His Orchestra, as well as the George Olsen orchestra, and the Vincent Lopez Orchestra (Lopez's band was in a sketch called "Hawaiian Fantasy").
On This Date Include:

Tex Owens, C&W singer/songwriter, died.
Age: 70.

Irvine C. Turner, ukelele
died in Newark, NJ, USA.
Age: 59.

Helen Humes, vocalist
died in Santa Monica, CA, USA.
Age: 68.

Bill Monroe died as a result of a stroke.
Age: 84. Called: "The Father of Bluegrass".

Gloria Swanson
Songs Recorded/Released
On This Date Include:


Horace Wright-Rene Dietrich
  • Pua Mohala
  • Isles of Aloha


Paul Whiteman and his Orchestra - Why Do You Roll Those Eyes (introducing "Blowin' the Blues Away" from Americana)
  • Bagdad

The California Ramblers
  • Too Tired


Vernon Dalhart - The Death of Floyd Collins

Vernon Dalhart Wreck of the Shenandoah

Ross gorman's Earl Carroll Orchestra - Hugo, I Go Where You Go


Abe Lyman's Californians - Twelfth Street Rag

Charlie Straight and his Orch.
  • Tell Me Tonight
  • It Made You Happy When You Made Me Cry


Franklyn Baur - Charmaine

Don Voorhees and his Orch. - My Blue Heaven

  • Ideal Serenaders (D. Voorhees band) A Shady Tree (voc. L.J.), - tune: W. Donaldson

Seger Ellis - Broken Hearted

Seger Ellis Kiss and Make up


Cannon Jug Stompers - Feather Bed - Heart Breaking Blues


Red Nichols and his Orchestra - Nobody Knows (and nobody seems to care)
Carson Robison
Bud Billings and Carson Robison
Woman Down In Memphis
Railroad Boomer (Frank Luther vocals)
Beneath Montana Skies
You Made Me Want To Forget


Rudy Vallee and his Orch.
Rudy Vallee and his Connecticut Yankees - Lost In a Fog


Fats Waller and his Rhythm


Russ Columbo - Sweet and Lovely



The Death of Floyd Collins
© Irene Spain, Andrew Jeakins

Oh, come all ye young people and listen while I tell,
The fate of Floyd Collins, the lad we all knew well,
His face was fair and handsome, his heart was true and brave,
His body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.
Oh , mother don't you worry, dear father don't' be sad,
I'll tell you all my troubles in an awful dream I had,
I dreamed I was a prisoner, my life I could not save,
I cried "Oh must I perish within this silent cave.
The rescue party labored, they worked both night and day,
To move the mighty barrier that stood within their way,
To rescue Floyd Collins, it was their battle cry,
"We'll never, no we'll never, let Floyd Collins die."
But on that fateful morning, the sun rose in the sky,
The workers still were busy, "we'll save him by and by,"
But oh how sad the ending, his life could not be saved,
His body was then sleeping in the lonely sandstone cave.
Young people, all take warning from Floyd Collin's fate,
And get right with your maker before it is too late.
It may not be a Sand Cave in which we find our tomb,
But on that day of judgment, we too must meet our doom.


Nobody Knows (and nobody seems to care)
[1st verse:]
I'm sad and lonely
There's a good reason why
Nobody cares about me
That's why I'm sad as can be
I long for someone
Somebody, yes indeed
Lovin' kisses from one
Is exactly what I need
Many's the time I feel so lonesome
But nobody knows
And nobody cares
I've grown so tired of being by my "own-some"
I want somebody to hug
Cuddle and snug as comfy as a bug in a rug
Many's the time I feel like spooning
But nobody knows
And nobody cares
I guess I'll make out a little "ad"
That I want some lovin' so bad
'Cause nobody knows
And nobody seems to care
[2nd verse:]
I'd love a sweetie
Hanging around the place
Someone to worry about
I'd never want to go out
My home is gloomy
Nobody's there that's why
I feel "bride-and-groom-y"
Can't you see it in my eye


Russ Columbo
~(Arnheim, Tobias and Lamare)

Sweet and lovely
Sweeter than the roses in May
Sweet and lovely
Heaven must have sent her my way.
Skies above me
Never were as blue as her eyes;
And she loves me
Who would want a sweeter surprise?
When she nestles in my arms so tenderly
There's a thrill that words cannot express.
In my heart a song of love is taunting me
Melody haunting me.
Sweet and lovely
Sweeter than the roses in May
And she loves me
There is nothing more I can say

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