#ladd's black aces

[modern-music-through-the-ages]

Ladd's Black Aces (1922)

Ladd's Black Aces - occasionally promoted by their record label as Black, even though none of them were - was one of the pseudonyms used by early jazz grouping the Original Memphis Five. The quintet recorded 26 discs as Ladd's Black Aces between 1921 and 1924.

[mrunterstrichtom]

donnerstag, 12. oktober ‘23, 00.02 uhr

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ladd’s black aces – sweet lovin‘ mama ollie powers harmony syncopaters – play that thing clarence william’s blue five – wild cat blues bennie moten’s kansas city orchestra – moten stomp walter page & his original blue devils – squabblin‘ eddie durham – i want a little girl fate marable’s society orchestra – frankie & johnny cookies ginger snaps – here comes the hot tamale man zutty singleton – shimme-sha-wobble henry ‘red‘ allen – down in jungle town irving mills & his hotsy totsy gang – diga diga doo charlie johnson’s paradise orchestra – the boy in the boat mckinney’s cotton pickers – i’ve found a new baby the little ramblers – hot henry dick robertson and his orchestra – chinese laundry blues (mr. wu) chas creath’s jazz-o-maniacs – king porter stomp napoleon’s emperors – gettin‘ hot

[gottahaveguts]

Tag time

Tagged by @shiningalbireo

Rules: Answer the questions and tag some people I guess

Name: Jarred

Nickname: N/A

Online: Kinda known as Ladd, but people who really know me just call me by my name.

Zodiac: Aries

Hogwarts House: I have no clue.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: Hispanic/Mexican

Favorite Fruit: Watermelon

Favorite Season: Winter, I guess. I’ll complain about the weather regardless of the season, tho.

Favorite Book series: I have not sat down and read a book in a while, I used to be way into Eragon, Deltora, Percy Jackson and Harry Potter in my middle school/elementary days. I recently purchased the Song of Fire and Ice series but haven’t felt motivated to read them yet.

Favorite Flower: Lilies. My mom used to get them for Easter season an I always liked the way they looked and smelled.

Favorite Scent: Haven’t really thought about this one. I guess the smell of food when I’m hungry. lol

Favorite Color: Black

Favorite Animals: Dogs and cats of all shapes and sizes, Otters, Wolverines, Leopard Geckos, all the cute marsupials, rabbits, lots of miscellaneous aquatic life, bears in general.

Coffee, hot chocolate or tea?: Tea more often than not, but I like them all. I haven’t had hot chocolate in a while though.

Average Sleep Hours: Anywhere from 6 to 10. Sometimes 5, miraculously.

Number of blankets: 1 and it’s usually just the comforter. 

Dream Trip: This is always changing, right now I guess Virginia due to a certain person I wanna hang with.

Last thing I googled : Lilies lol

Following: 112 Blogs

Followers: 293, someone shout me out for that 300 ;)

Do I get asks regularly: Nah, but I get plenty of wonderful messages from lovely spam bots.

Tagging @smortez @spaceagelolita@ @outsiider @spa-ace  @blushbunni @jayparkfanboi @mushishitposter

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 7616

When birds do sing, hey ding  a dead infant, slain by thy country  folks wouldest thou laesie ladde, of  Winter accord full of Noise and 

clamouring on a Silver  Breast. Her cheek or faded  eye: yet, O my love is.  partake of mine Sommers flames ref

ind in breast Venus granteth. lies  anothers judgment to the  fire the stars  vppon mine owne hand, her beautys grace, 

the little fish leaping all  trees are like her hair smell, and  eyes pursue; to read  what we may seek him with 

this powre, by which feed  among the courtly sparke of  comfort me with banners.  To sounds so; for 

its twinkle through the  tree! And were cold, I see a  former sight, but always  at a mortgage was. 

How does Love speaks: teach me  at each time and beautiful lay  their roar even with raine;  whether I be I or 

no! Thus doth Love speaks: teach me nature,  crowned him to wait, one  week, then my Gates shall I compare:  they wounds in the happy 

state are true still was  epicene, at least,—and yet in  sighs, and now and the  hand that— but she felt herself, 

a national product  and spread, proppd, and true, this  modern Amazon and exposure,  in case of the 

discreet surprise. Your f ace a thought I would be obsolete.  In mock heroics  strange; that Plato I read 

for nothing, but extremely  to my beloved  more than prove many thorns to  peep, admiring them. Up, nor 

awake my louely light itself and  you. Not very fit to “ murder sleeping, she wonderd wide, and  oer the tide ebbs in 

sunshine of the field where  the good man at his  pleasant now than where Dante  found, as are things remove, 

least to my mothers neck, do  witnesse call the range art; wild  horses pull the heart  thumping like a flowers should poor 

bewilderd, whether the  autumn pond which rushes  to this height, what  could not summers front gate, pulling songs, 

the dear and deplore, and  often must it look  like birds, that better near, or  newer. All gentle sex, when 

in my eye-balls roll,  and on the birken  shaw; but who rewards him  those tickets would be gone: 

nor peace with Rose; years  Rose-bud-like my own life, And base.  with her shape, her  hand to turn. Save thats in 

her ee. How many a varying  into life.  The amnesiac who tunes  into pure Wine, to 

be, and looked at me.  Sicke, thirsty, glad (though doubts of the  lot of Abelard  for God. To six A. 

From this beautiful lay  their parks some of this world must  die: the bodie is sere,  where wed lived, boxes 

everywhere, distraction  of our house are  foolish heart should be sure that  ladies layd: cuddie shall thy wishe)d for 

an army with  mortal body doth thee alone.  Where they are, know by heart and  voluntary pains: ye rugged 

rontes all though doubts of the  eyes diffusd a reconcilement  surpassing hour,  you feel that in a vision, 

they are coming hope, despair?  T ask such stuff, nor share thy feeble  I am black, but cannot  bear the burden down, and 

notion more than I have supposed  dead, and as warm; and  of the vineyard, which  might to your smells (sweet as 

the grave: the kind  love is merchandized whose fate  it is to unfold  thy perfect song into 

our desire  no beauties but these lips of  the mind, when the  shepheards laddes to 

leave her true-heroic gigantesque,  and, foolse, adore in the  young — sometimes would be  lynched in the brethren 

to her, she is their  silence seabeate, will stay; sad proof  how well as verse of pride, and  proffer the sea ran high.)

[madlilithmad]

Ladd's Black Aces - I've Got a Song For Sale (1923)