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posted 8/28/05 9:46 PM
It had been a cold and dreary winter in St Louis 1979, and in an emotional busting loose from home and family (and a sale on bus tickets) I went to the Mardi Gras. Funny thing was I had a dream about a carnival and a sunglassed grinning figuire that it was all swirling around. I had read about P Longhair in Rolling Stone but I thought he had already passed, had no real idea of the scene doen there, was more interested in Rosie's and hardcore jazz. Passed through NO in 1977 and was impressed with the feeling of music that was there and the friendly ladies, so I finally went back just for M G and eneded up staying for 3 years, what an education I got.79 was the year of the police strike, but the city kept it together, and a mighty fine time it was. I remember sitting in Funky Butts bar on St Peter on a rainy day, eavsdropping on two hooker's conversation, nearly broke, and hearing "Going to New Orleans", a song that I could not escape, and putting up a good deal of resistance to that music, and the city in general, being a rank stranger, unable to find work, but NO worked it's magic on me, and the people, and the music, it's so strong, it just takes you over. First time I saw Fess was the last set at Jazz Fest, 79, couldn't get near the stage, the area was full of people, someone was filming part of it, some drunk fool was trying to stand on top of an upright trash barrel, and fell on top of some people, but all to the music, it was hilarious, no one hurt, Fess was grinning and swinging just a perfect capper to what was no less than an orgy of so many styles and great musicians. Here was a mature artist, well respected and loved by the people, giving everything he had. I ended up going off shore and working, got a job on my return washing dishes in the Quarter, and took a saturday night off to go see Fess, he played at Tipitina's once a month at that time. So I got there and got that corner seat at the bar on the left, Fess was there, kind of quiet, talking with friends. I had away of staring at people back then like I wanted to see in to their soul, and he just looked at me like who the hell are you? I just admired the sheer musicianship of the cat, I knew the songs by then, the perfectness of his timing, his chops, the band obviously loved him and the music, Tony and Andy, the cats from his last band, I loved the way he sang in the lower register of his voice, I think Elvis used to do that, and he got it from Fess. There was so much music going on at that time,in New Orleans, I was keeping body and soul together working in restraunts, quitting my job before jazz fest and mardi gras, soaking up the sounds. I saw him one more time, after work, came in on the last set at Tip's, and he was rocking the place,playe until 4 am, and I finnally understood what they were talking about, as he took the Qualudded drunken dancers in that hot as an oven wild ass club to what some religions call the exalted mood, AND i WAS DIGGING IT, MY BOOGIE STRING BROKE, AND THE FEELING TOOK OVER, FESS LOOKEDAT ME (i THOUGHT ANTWAY) WITH A BIG OL GRIN, NOW YOU GOT THE FEELING! We TOOK HIM FOR GRANTED, OH, THAT'S FESS, HE'S GONNA BE THERE, BUT A short while later, he was gone, but his music lives on, and I try to turn people on to it everywhere I go, and they all love it. Nobody like Fess.
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