A Quick Week in New Orleans
Trip Start Dec 19, 2006
24Trip End Feb 22, 2007
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Tuesday morning I accompanied Tom to the French Market studios of WWOZ Radio and sat in on his New Orleans Music Show, making a Joint Production in two lengthy parts. Here's Part 1 now, podcast February 19 as episode #123 of my radio show:
The John Sinclair Radio Show #123
WWOZ Radio, New Orleans
Tuesday, February 13, 2007@ 11:10 am-12:30 pm
Back in New Orleans for the Mardi Gras and time for what's now our annual Mardi Gras show in a Joint Production with Tom Morgan's New Orleans Music Show on WWOZ Radio. This year I get to spend the entire two hours in the co-pilot's chair as Tom brings out his comprehensive presentation of Mardi Gras Indian music, starting with Jelly Roll Morton's reminiscences and demonstrations of Mardi Gras Indian tunes from the turn of the 20th century and recordings by the Louis Dumaine orchestra, Danny Barker & His Creole Cats, the Mardi Gras Indians interviewed by Sam Charters in 1956, Sugar Boy & the Cane Cutters, Big Chief Tootie Montana interviewed by Royce Osborne, the Dixie Cups, and Big Chiefs Donald Harrison Sr and Jr. My own contribution is a reading from my essay "They Call Us Wild" from Va Tutto Bene / It's All Good.
 Opening Music: Paul Gayton: Backtrackin' with Tom Morgan & John Sinclair intros & comments
 Jelly Roll Morton: Indian Songs at Mardi Gras
 Louis Dumaine: To-Wa-Bac-A-Wa
 Danny Barker: Chocko Mo Feendo Hey
 Danny Barker: Tootie Ma Is A Real Fine Thing
 Danny Barker: My Indian Red
 Danny Barker: Corrine Died on the Battlefield
 Comments by Tom Morgan & John Sinclair
 Red White & Blue: To Wa Bac A Way
 Red White & Blue: Red White & Blue got The Golden Band
 Sugar Boy Crawford: Jockomo
 Tootie Montana: Indian Beginnings
 Dixie Cups: Two Way Pocky Way
 Comments by Tom Morgan & John Sinclair
 Donald Harrison Sr: Chong Chong
 Tootie Montana: Learning Songs
 Donald Harrison Sr: Shallow Water
 Donald Harrison: Hu Ta Nay w/John Sinclair reading from They Call Us Wild
A Joint Production
Hosted by Tom Morgan for WWOZ-FM and John Sinclair for Radio Free Amsterdam
Produced, engineered & recorded by Tom Morgan
Mastered & posted by Henk Botwinik
Executive Producer: John Sinclair
Special thanks to Tom Morgan & Hild Creed
©(p) 2007 John Sinclair
Podcasted by www.RadioFreeAmsterdam.com @ February 19, 2007
I checked in with Sylvester Francis, the Powerhouse of Knowledge, at the Backstreet Cultural Museum at 1116 St. Claude, went to Schiro's at Royal & St. Roch for a plate of finely fried catfish and accoutrements, stopped around the corner to see Dr. Prof. Barry Kaiser at his place oin Burgundy, talked over our musical program for when he would be backing me up on guitar that evening, picked up Dr. D and went back down in the French Quarters for our in-store performance with Dr Kaiser at the Louisiana Music Factory at 6:00 pm. All the usual suspects were on hand to offer me the warmest possible greetings, even tho it was Tuesday evening and not the usual Saturday afternnoon.
Wednesday began two days of physical and mental health activities before our gig at Dave Brink's Gold Mine Saloon on Thursday evening. I got a great chiropractic treatment from Dr. Ken Christiansen, who's been bending my bones ever since I first moved to New Orleans in 1991, and then picked up Dr D and went down the street and around the corner to the palatial second-floor pad of Swami Bill Lynn at Franklin & Ramparts Streets. Then we enjoyed one of Tom Morgan's impeccably home cooked meals with Tom & Hild and then went back over to the Backstreet, where a Fi Yi Yi sewing session was in progress and Dr D had the thrill of meeting the Big Chief, Victor Harris, my man Coach and the fellows and sitting on on their sacred activity for a spell. Needless to say her mind was blown, and she had a lot to think about after that.
Thursday started with my appointment with Dr. Catherine at the New Orleans Musicians Clinic in the post-Flood LSU Medical Complex at 3600 Prytania uptown, and I got an important lesson in how properly to take my diabetes medication: twice a day, not just in the morning. Dr C gave me a handful of prescriptions to be filled at the Daughters of Charity tomorrow, and we chilled for the afternoon after a fulfilling breakfast at the Bluebird café across the street.
That night we reported to the Gold Mine Saloon with Dr Prof Kaiser in accompaniment and performed a really heart-warming show where everything felll exactly into place and nothing was missing. The great Eluard Burt came on after us with Eric B on congas and Harry Sterling on guitar and some of the jazz & poetry for which Eluard is famous as the original guy from the 1950s who started this stuff in New Orleans.
Friday was a rough day: the medical action continued with a trip back up to Prytania to get my "blood work" done, then a long ride to Metairie to try to find the current home of the Daughters of Charity, who fulfill prescriptions for the Musicians Clinic patients at a really low price. A third stop at the drugstore on Oak Street to get a new glaucometer also delivered us to the site of the Frenchy Gallery , where my beloved pal Frenchy the action painter had invited Dr D and me to perform following the Krewe of OAK Parade.
I dropped out of the marching expedition after a few short blocks, but Dr D enjoyed her very first second line to the max, returning about 90 minutes later with the rest of the parade. After the smoke had cleared we gave an a capella duet performance in the gallery on Oak Street, then packed ourselves up and motored across the Causeway to Covington and the warm, welcoming abode of our pal Carlo Ditta, the man who runs Orleans Records and the one who had brought Dorothy and I together in the first place. We turned in about 2:00 am and enjoyed a peaceful night's sleep like few others.
-Memphis International Airport
February 22, 2007
PS: Adam Brook wanted me to tell you that he was responsible for posting the performance of "Ain't Nobody's Bizness" with R.J. Spangler at the Buzz Bar on YouTube. God willing, I'll see Adam tomorrow when I get off the plane in Amsterdam.