Discussion in 'music, bands, clubs & festies' started by krtek a houby, Jun 6, 2019.
RIP, good Doctor
'Dr. John,' funky New Orleans 'night-tripper' musician, dies
Totally unique and underated. Max you were brilliant.
Legend. I might have to rewatch Treme
.....the Night Tripper
He was a real character RIP
A big RIP from me. He was a fabulous musician, I loved the variety of his stuff.
Please keep posting Youtube clips, everyone? Thank you
I've actually seen him live, with a great band and sound . But memories are very vague now , because this was Glastonbury 1984!**
My first [of many ], and what a musician to see live on your first Glastonbury
<**OK, I will hunt out some footage of Dr John there later myself, if I can find any>
Dr. John was one of those musicians (along with Bill Evans) who, if I couldn't think of what to get my dad for a birthday or Christmas, I knew one of his CDs would do. Had always held a faint hope I'd be able to take Dad to see him one day.
I know I didn't understand him as well those who really knew him/his stuff, but it was great to have him in the world.
Loved this - he wrote this song, covered by many artists afterwards.
Very cool, very funky guy. RIP. dude.
Gris gris gumbo ya ya from me
Saw him at the old Mean Fiddler many years back
Rip you mad geezer
That's sad news. Gather he'd been unwell for a little while.
Sorry, made a bit of a mess of that - it's an Obituary link from the Guardian.
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Great 1962 New Orleans juvenile delinquent song by Mac Rebennack and gang. Ronnie was Ronnie Barron the last in the line of singers in Mac's New Orleans band. Later on the original plan was for him to play the 'Dr John' character but that didn't work out. He was also the catalyst for the incident, just before this record was cut, which led to Mac switching from guitar to keyboards...
Spoiler: Extract from Dr John's memoirs 'Under A Hoodoo Moon'
On Christmas Eve 1961, my little band and I took a gig at a joint in Jacksonville, Florida. We was getting ready to go to the gig when we realized that Ronnie Barron, who always took forever to do hisself up for gigs, had disappeared. I went to look for him - and found him being pistol-whipped by the motel owner, who'd caught Ronnie with his old lady.
I went to get the gun out of the guy's hand. We wrestled for it; I thought my left hand was over the handle, but I was actually grabbing the barrel. We started in Ronnie's room and ended up outside in a brick garden. I beat the guy's hand against the bricks trying to get the gun away from him, and the gun went off.
I looked down and saw the ring finger of my left hand, my fretting hand, hanging by a thread.
I went berserk. I started hitting the guy in the face with a brick; I stuck my finger behind his eyes to try to pop his eyeballs out. Paul Staehle came up, and I took one of his drum cymbals and cut up the guy's face. Some time after that the police came and took me to the hospital in Jacksonville. The doctors there managed to reattach my finger, and later in New Orleans I underwent further surgery and began therapy to regain the use of my finger.
In the months after this incident, I went from anger to anguish to numbness. At the moment I was shot I saw not just my life, but my career, pass before my eyes. Everything I had been working for seemed like it might have been over. To get through it all, I tried to make myself as null and void as possible - a state I achieved through a heightened habit.
just saw the news...this album (Gris Gris) is the one, every track a slice of out there 1968 genius -what a debut! - but he seemed to mellow nicely on the comedown too...dont know anything about his private life but as a musician he was definitely living it.
Robert Elms used to play this a lot and thats what piqued my interest:
A treme send off for Dr John
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