A little graffiti.

Yesterday, a great musician and a sweet and kind man died.

Fats Domino.

There have been tributes written from all over the world. Because, at the heart of it, he started rock n roll. Without him, the guys who came a little after him — Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry and even The Beatles — might not exist. At least as we know them today. It started with “The Fat Man”  a song that was a reworked of a drug user’s song called, “The Junker’s Blues.” It rocked. It rolled. His music only grew from there. His legend did too. You can read that all over the internet today. There’s no point in me rehashing it.

At the heart of him was a New Orleans man. A 9th Ward guy. He lived there. He built his very modern mansion there. And, his last studio was there. Yesterday, the media of which I was one, descended on those old buildings. Local television stations used the studio as a prop for the evening broadcasts about his death. I was gone by the time that they got there, chasing other things and places.

I took the time to drive around the 9th Ward with a friend. So many changes. So many passings.

And, that’s what I thought about.

Passings. The past couple of years have been rough if you like music.So many have passed on.  On personal level, they’ve been rough because a lot of my old friends have left the planet. Or, gotten very sick. As I drove around the 9th Ward, I saw so many changes. More buildings rotting. Things still falling down.

But, there was more.

Things were getting better. The rotting strip along St. Claude Avenue is being restored.  Many homes that were storm damaged and left for dead have come back. Including one that I’ve posted here a couple of times. The one with the destroyed interior and American flag hanging in the background. I almost couldn’t find it. It has been restored to its proper shape. Painted in the “right” colors.

Even though I documented the rotting of that lower end of New Orleans in the past, I’m happy to say that I liked what I saw yesterday. I didn’t get to stay long, but I’ll be back. There’s a lot for me to do.

And, that’s a good thing.

This place. Club Desire. History tells us that Fats Domino first played some in a little bar in the Desire area called the Hideaway. As he started to gain a little fame, he moved to Club Desire, which was a very well-known club throughout the segregated 1950s, 60s and 70s. Eventually, it fell out of the “chitlin’ circuit” and then fell out of use in the late 1970s except for occasional events. That was an unintended consequence of desegregation. Black musicians could play in what were White clubs. There was no need to take a 45 minute streetcar ride out to the ends of the city. Hurricane Katrina about tore Club Desire apart. It was finally torn down last year. The Hideaway hasn’t existed in years.

Goodbye Club Desire.

Rest in Peace, Fats Domino. You certainly made my world a better place.

Advertisements

5 Replies to “Passings”

  1. Reading your post brought tears. I was fortunate to have met Fats Domino when I was a High School teen when he played at the armory in Klamath Falls, Oregon. Several of us went up on the stage to meet Fats and his band. He was a very gracious man.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. I cried and swore a lot when I found out that Fats had passed. I’ve loved his music since childhood. I know that our idols and heroes age as we do, of course … but some losses hurt badly. This was one of them.

    Thank you for your words and photographs. These stories matter.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Creative Attributes

Where creative art is appreciated

Child of the border

Short stories and poems about my experience with growing up near the U.S. Mexico border.

Halyna Viktoria

Photography

Karine Leroux Photography

Textures - Patterns - Minimalism - Abstraction

ADNAN KRNDZIJA

FASHION · HEALTH & TRAVEL BLOGGER

LezBeeHonest-FromAGalaxyFarFarAway

Don't let her be "The one that got away".

Relax with Bronte

Self care isn't self indulgence... Self care is self respect.

Sea Turnstone

Photography, Travelling, Wildlife

Serendipity!

Photographer, Designer, Editor and Educator Ray Laskowitz talks about pictures and their back stories.

... le blog de Walter PASCOLI

Art contemporain , peintures et dessins ...

Vova Zinger's Photoblog

The world around through my camera's lens

The Bouquet

A collection of beautiful things and thoughts

The Trichordist

Artists For An Ethical and Sustainable Internet #StopArtistExploitation

Curious Appetites

Exploring the flavors of home, around town and nearby communities

Cumbria | The Lake District

An Eclectic Mix Of Revelation By Baldy. A Blog About Cumbria, Home Of The UNESCO Lake District National Park. Photographs, Paintings, Sketches & More. Mountains Are My Bones; Rivers My Veins; Forests My Thoughts.

Unpopular Judge

Exploring the Death of Storytelling in Movies

SURYA PHOTOGRAPHY

Through Photo, we speak our language

The Art of Blogging

For bloggers who aspire to inspire

%d bloggers like this: