only way to be alone.

“Hello Dolly”, Louis Armstrong. My dad and I used to drive and blast Louie, we’d try to imitate his really rough raspy voice and laugh so hard we’d both be in tears. I was probably like, 9 or 10. The only thing he’ll blast in the car…besides NPR haha. He loves jazz music so much, you can tell at dinner parties and stuff that he’s not really listening to people sometimes, he’s listening to Wynton Marsalis, or Madeleine Peyroux. This is one of my favorite jazz songs.