Composer, Fats Waller, 1929. This is typical Louis pizzazz/showmanship as he seduces you into a suspense; wondering if indeed he'll finish with that ultra high, impossible note. Of course, he pulls it off perfectly. Eventually, this style would permanently injure his lip and make him lose his position as the former standout in a field of extraordinary trumpet players. No matter--Louis' aptly compensated with those big eyes and a flashy smile; and a raspy voice with sryupy scat that still makes any listener swoon today. His music is timeless.