"Summertime: Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong"

I see kissed by the sun melanin women. I see jet-black hair pulled back into a bun. I see dark green grass. I see light yellow dresses. I see blue jean overalls with rips on the knees, and a little tear here and there.

I can feel the sun beating on my face. I can feel the cool breeze against my skin. I can feel the love between a Black mother, father, and child. I can hear faint laughter in the background. I can hear the cracking of wooden floors as the kissed by the sun melanin women walks back and forth.

I thought about saying something really deep about this song, but I rather you listen to Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong’s jazz rendition of “Summertime.” Let it take you to a place you never been, but heard of more than once. I let it happen every single time I listen to this beautiful, yet painful song.

"The memory of things gone is important to a Jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in the back yard on a hot night or something said long ago." -Louis Armstrong

Words to remember

“Summertime, and the livin’ is easy/

Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high/

Your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin’

So, hush little baby, don’t you cry

One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing/

You’ll spread your wings and you’ll take to the sky/

But, ‘til that morning, there ain’t nothin’ can harm you/

With Daddy and Mammy standin’ by”