Music Friday: Joey Ramone Meets Louis Armstrong
I ran out of Marsalis’s (Marsalises?). Not true: that family is endless. Actually, I spent the summer in Seattle, just returned this week, and thought that the following song better represented this city.
We might return to that family sometime. For now, Delfeayo has only this, where he is 103 years old.
Anyhow, this version of a New Orleans favorite better fits my sense of the city today. Behind the cut is one of my heroes singing a great New Orleans tune. Catch the Sex Pistols echo at the start.
By the way, this is Joey solo, not Dee Dee, Johnny, Marky, or any other of the many Ramones.









