Can't hold out until Friday....
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A small package of value appeared on my doorstep last night, containing one copy of James Booker's unreservedly funky "Lost Paramount Tapes." Recorded in '73 and unreleased for many years, this is a heaping helping of gumbo with extra Crystal (the hot sauce, not the drug....). I can't stop playing this track. It's got a groove so deep you could plant an oak tree in it. The only way to shake this cut is to share it....




Locating MOG account...
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Ivylander, just came across your James Booker post. After James came back to New Orleans from his European touring, he played regularly at the Maple Leaf. During that time the Maple Leaf was one of my hang-outs and when James was playing I was usually there. I remember that while playing he often showed signs of perhaps feeling ashamed. Who know what about, but I regret never having talked to him during any of his breaks. Man I miss N. O.
Oh, man, how sweet that you got to hear him play live on a regular basis....
"His death was widely mourned by music lovers, but was unsurprising to those who were aware of his life-long history of serious drug abuse and chronic alcoholism."
From his suprisingly good wiki entry..
This post wakes up from the dead a year-and-half later? What the hell's goin' on here?
I was just thinking about James and searched MOG to see what it had on him. Lo and behold there was ivylander giving me that stern look; thanks for the MOG-jog.
Cody B, I remember when James died at Charity Hospital, I had just previously moved to Nashville. While I was still in New Orleans there was a great buzz about Jame's return the the city and his problems. I'm was surprised back then that none of his old friends and comrades like Harry Connick, Jr. or Wynton Marsalis came to his aid when he needed it most. I can recall that both of them often spoke highly of James and his talent, which they claimed (and I truly believe) was far greater than their own.