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Play that quail – In his book “My Life in New Orleans” Louis Armstrong wrote –
“Listen to that kid,” he said to Matranga. “Just listen to that little son-of-a-bitch blow that quail!” That is what Slippers called my cornet. He never changed it as long as I played at Matranga’s. Sometimes when we would really start going to town while Slippers was out in the gambling room in the back, he would run out on the dance floor saying: “Just listen to that little son-of-bitch blow that quail!” Then he would look at me.
“Boy, if you keep on like that, you’re gonna be the best quail blower in the world. Mark my words.”
