Last night I was watching the recently made documentary about Fats Domino on Channel 12. Unfortunately, I didn’t see the whole thing. I came in at the last fifteen minutes.
One thing that was clear though is Fats’ love for this town. So much so that he hates to leave. In fact in his early days of touring around the country he would actually bring pots and pans and cook red beans and rice in his hotel room. He would have none of that bland fare that passes for food in the rest of the country.
I gotta say that I’m beginning to understand. Having been born and raised here but lived other places like Mobile, L.A., Washington State and Spain more and more I’m getting to the place where I don’t really like to leave, either.
I mean I’ll do it, you know, travel somewhere else and enjoy it but a part of me really doesn’t look forward to going and when the trip is over can’t wait to get back to the city. Is that crazy or what?
Fats’ perpetual smile, his joie de vivre, his good will and of course his music that could’ve only been born here is quintessential New Orleans. And it’s well known that true dyed-in-the-wool New Orleanians really don’t like to leave. In fact it’s a common story that many New Orleanians who move away eventually return, because no other place really feels like home. I am a perfect example for the same thing happened to me.
Yes, this city has lots of problems. But it also has things that exist no where else in the world. Only Jazz could’ve been born here. That basically says it all. And only New Orleans could’ve produced a Fats Domino.
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