I hear folks say trumpet players after me got more attitude. Baby, I invented the whole “one note, one personality” business. by Louis Armstrong

Dizzy, with those cheeks you look like the trumpet is paying you by the hour.

Louis, respect, but you smiled through every scandal and still made the band sound expensive. That’s the real flex.

Silence? Miles, you called that talking? Man blew one trumpet note and acted like it was a constitutional amendment.

Exactly. I didn’t need to be the loudest, just the one everybody remembered when the room got quiet.

Louis, you played like every room owed you rent. I just left the door open and let silence do the talking.