Special thanks for this one, Bill. Two quick stories: I first heard him at a long-gone tavern called the Rondun (at the intersection of Roncesvalles and Dundas, a few blocks south of Bloor in the west end of Toronto); can't tell you when, but a LONG time ago! Secondly, he was inadvertently responsible for a major fight with my then brand new wife. We were on honeymoon in New Orleans, and at the jazz festival my dear friend Dick Waterman, who knew Mack well, arranged it so I could take pictures of the good doctor with Donna. And so I did, but when I went to get the pictures developed (remember those days?) I discovered there had been no film in my camera....she was, to put it mildly, pissed off!
Every home needs a little love and a Dr. in it.Last time I saw the Dr wsa 2009 with the Lower 911 and the Neville Brothers,let the goodtimes roll indeed,this was at the River Rock Showroom in Richmond BC, must have been a real trip meeting him Bill.
Thanks Bill. I always Loved Dr. John. I don't know how many hours this Alberta farm boy spent listening to "Night Tripper", wondering,"what's Gri Gri?" Hoping maybe he'd put some good Gri Gri on my doorstep. I guess he actually put Gri Gri on everyone's doorstep when he made that record. Had our own Hoodoos in the Drumheller badlands about an hour from our farm. Dr. John reminds us that there is mystery in all our lives ...
Thank you for pulling back the curtain on Dr. John. While I have seen him perform a handful of times, the most memorable outing was when he brought his Gris Gris vibe to the Toronto Pop Festival held at Varsity Stadium. It was more like a ritual than a performance. Everyone was dressed in ceremonial costumes, like the Yoruban custom. Dr. John was singing about “walk on gilded splinters…”. He was calling in the spirits and it was palpable. Bless that being for all he channeled through his voice, his various keyboards, and his diverse projects.
Special thanks for this one, Bill. Two quick stories: I first heard him at a long-gone tavern called the Rondun (at the intersection of Roncesvalles and Dundas, a few blocks south of Bloor in the west end of Toronto); can't tell you when, but a LONG time ago! Secondly, he was inadvertently responsible for a major fight with my then brand new wife. We were on honeymoon in New Orleans, and at the jazz festival my dear friend Dick Waterman, who knew Mack well, arranged it so I could take pictures of the good doctor with Donna. And so I did, but when I went to get the pictures developed (remember those days?) I discovered there had been no film in my camera....she was, to put it mildly, pissed off!
Every home needs a little love and a Dr. in it.Last time I saw the Dr wsa 2009 with the Lower 911 and the Neville Brothers,let the goodtimes roll indeed,this was at the River Rock Showroom in Richmond BC, must have been a real trip meeting him Bill.
Thanks Bill. I always Loved Dr. John. I don't know how many hours this Alberta farm boy spent listening to "Night Tripper", wondering,"what's Gri Gri?" Hoping maybe he'd put some good Gri Gri on my doorstep. I guess he actually put Gri Gri on everyone's doorstep when he made that record. Had our own Hoodoos in the Drumheller badlands about an hour from our farm. Dr. John reminds us that there is mystery in all our lives ...
Thank you for pulling back the curtain on Dr. John. While I have seen him perform a handful of times, the most memorable outing was when he brought his Gris Gris vibe to the Toronto Pop Festival held at Varsity Stadium. It was more like a ritual than a performance. Everyone was dressed in ceremonial costumes, like the Yoruban custom. Dr. John was singing about “walk on gilded splinters…”. He was calling in the spirits and it was palpable. Bless that being for all he channeled through his voice, his various keyboards, and his diverse projects.
Gary I was at that show at Varsity as well ,so many yellow moons ago