"Many years ago in Boston, there was a really great tenor sax player named Varty Haroutunian. He was superb and played nightly at the jazz club downtown called the Stables. He and Herb Pomeroy were co-leaders and later had a wonderful big band. I was honored one evening to be asked to sit in with the quintet and had a great time. The jazz world knew Herb and Vardy, but the two musicians didn't want a life on the road, so they stayed in Boston and played the Stables for years. As a joke we would sing to Vardy a version of My Wild Irish Rose. Only we sang, "My wild Armenian nose, how it grows and grows and grows" He had a bit of a large nose, of course, and in the jazz world we were not particularly kind to one another."
Above is a memory sent to Brother James by musician Phil Welch, now in his eighties. Having never heard of Varty, Marash Girl looked up the name on the internet and found http://troystreet.com/tspots/tag/varty-haroutunian/
N.B. It wasn't only the jazz world that sang the song; Marash Girl remembers George Bedirian, Nevdon Kupelian and Raffi Yeghiayan, all members of the Harvard Armenian Club, laughing and singing at the top of their lungs, "My Wild Armenian Nose", as they drove through Cambridge and Watertown (Massachusetts) in Raffi's convertible Volkswagon bug, with the top down, of course!