I'm printing stuff for the wedding, and I'm listening to Fats Domino singing
I'm Walkin' to New Orleans. And I think of the oil spill, and I feel sorry for our generations, because it's coming fast.
Gonna need two pair of shoes
when I get through walkin' these blues,
I'm walkin' to New Orleans.
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The very first guy I ever heard in concert, in a small, beastly hot and crowded theater. In Baton Rouge. He was great!
I find it impossible to get the oil spill out of my mind.
I saw him in 1956, but he was just one act in a show. I don't even know what they called the music back then; I mean, did they call it "Rock"?
LaVern Baker was on, Chuck Berry, Frankie Lymon, and many more I've forgotten.
You saw a great show.
I think it was "rock and roll" at that point. I can tell you what my dad called it: "screamin' nigger music." I think he was more referring to Little Richard, whom I also loved. Anyway, you get my drift.
Little Richard singing "Jennie, Jennie" was a revolutionary moment in the 20th century...
The revolutionary moments sweep along like convection currents: music, civil rights, MLK - life and death; now we face the future as if we were about to set foot into Selma, Alabama - apprehensive yet still determined...
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