Not-so Random Ten

Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You'll never be going back home

Tom Waits, "I Wish I Was in New Orleans"
Allen Toussaint, "We're All Connected"
*Fats Domino, "Ain't That a Shame"
Dr. John, "Right Place Wrong Time"
Preservation Hall Jazz Band, "Bucket's Got a Hole in It"
The Dixie Cups, "Iko Iko"
Marc Broussard, "Home"
Louis Armstrong, "Just a Closer Walk With Thee"
Lone Justice, "After the Flood"
Tom Waits, "Rain Dogs"

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* Fats Domino "rescued but missing"


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  • Dave Lartigue

    “Louisiana…Louisiana…
    They’re trying to wash us away,
    They’re trying to wash us away.”
    – Randy Newman, Louisiana 1927

  • Minnow

    Wasn’t that a mighty storm
    Wasn’t that a mighty storm in the morning
    Wasn’t that a mighty storm
    It blew all the people all away
    –Wasn’t that a Might Storm/The Galveston Flood, trad? poss. Sin Killer Griffin?

  • SV

    Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
    And miss it each night and day?
    I know I’m not wrong, the feeling’s getting stronger
    The longer I stay away
    Miss the moss-covered vines, tall sugar pines
    Where mockingbirds used to sing
    I’d love to see that old lazy Mississippi
    Hurrying into Spring
    The moonlight on the bayou
    A Creole tune that fills the air
    I dream about magnolias in bloom
    And I’m wishin I was there
    Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
    When that’s where you left your heart?
    And there’s one thing more, I miss the one I care for
    More than I miss New Orleans
    – Louis Alter & Eddie DeLange, sung by Louis Armstrong 1947

  • Shag from Brookline

    SV reminds us of a song that many of us are familiar with and would enjoy, whether sung by Louis Armstrong or one of his contemporaries, and miss New Orleans, even if we had never been there. The next time I hear this song, however, I may actually cry, not tears of joy or nostalgia or homesickness, but with great sadness at recent events that will get sadder yet. Somewhere, Louis and his cohorts are probably playing the traditional funeral dirges right now. With hope, we can expect rebirth, jubilation, life goes on, with Louis et al swinging their way back with all of us in tow. We the People, through our governments, must respond to the needs of New Orleans and its environs and their people who are suffering. Applying the Golden Rule becomes all of us, secular and sectarian, at this time of crisis.
    Thanks, SV.

  • Bill S

    I’m just glad to learn Fats is okay.

  • http://jgrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/music-to-remember-new-orleans-by-part.html Thoughts from Kansas

    Music to remember New Orleans by, part 1

    Inspired by slacktivist’s Not-So Random Ten, I’m listening to Gimme My Money Back by the Treme Brass Band right now.
    I saw these guys at the University of Chicago Folk Festival. Every year there are a bunch of performers over several days, and one…

  • pansauce

    When the Saint Go Marchin’ In – (The band that’s been playing in my head all week. They have a great horn section.)
    City of New Orleans – Arlo Guthrie
    St James Infirmary – Dave Van Ronk
    Jambalaya – Professor Long Hair

  • eyelessgame

    Good night, America, how are you
    Don’t you know me? I’m your native son

  • Dave

    Nanci Griffith — Banks of the Pontchartrain
    Take me to the station… I am late to catch my southbound train
    Oh, I’m gonna call my cousin Libby
    She will be waiting by the tracks when I roll in
    I’m gonna roll across America
    Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again
    http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/nanci_griffith/banks_of_the_pontchartrain.html

  • Kim

    from “Christmas in Washington” by Steve Earle:
    There’s foxes in the hen house
    Cows out in the corn
    The unions have been busted
    Their proud red banners torn
    To listen to the radio
    You’d think that all was well
    But you and me and cisco know
    It’s going straight to hell

  • HP

    I’m a musician — a trumpeter, in fact. Among my “really good” ballads is “Do You Know What It Means?” I mean, I’ve always been able to play that number so the crowd gets misty-eyed and nostalgic.
    I was in a rehearsal Thursday, and we started to rehearse a number — “Blues for Dixie” — and someone mentioned that how a whole lotta standards are going to mean a lot more now than they ever did before.
    And I said, “I don’t think I can play ‘Do You Know What It Means.’ I don’t think I could get through it.” And I started to sob, and then I quick finished my shot and sucked down half a beer. And no one said anything. We were all quiet for a minute, and then we did a read-through of “Blues for Dixie,” and went on with rehearsal.

  • limeginger

    Backwater Rising – Bessie Smith
    Levee Camp Blues – Son House
    When The Levee Breaks – Memphis Minnie
    ———-
    Backwater Rising
    When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night
    When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night
    Then trouble’s takin’ place in the lowlands at night
    I woke up this mornin’, can’t even get out of my door
    I woke up this mornin’, can’t even get out of my door
    There’s been enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she’s meant to go
    Then they rowed a little boat about five miles ‘cross the pond
    Then they rowed a little boat about five miles ‘cross the pond
    I packed all my clothes, throwed them in and they rowed me along
    When it thunders and lightnin’ and when the wind begins to blow
    When it thunders and lightnin’ and the wind begins to blow
    There’s thousands of people ain’t got no place to go
    Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill
    Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill
    Then looked down on the house were I used to live
    Backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go
    Backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go
    ‘Cause my house fell down and I can’t live there no more
    Mmm, I can’t move no more
    Mmm, I can’t move no more
    There ain’t no place for a poor old girl to go

  • limeginger

    ____________________
    Southern Flood Blues – Big Bill Broonzy
    Early early one morning, water was comin’ in my door
    Early one morning, water was comin’ in my door
    It was the old high river, tellin’ us to get ready and go
    It was dark and it was rainin’, you could hear that howlin’ wind
    It was dark and it was rainin’, baby you could hear that howlin’ wind
    If I get away this time, I will never come here again
    Hey my baby was cryin’, I didn’t have a thing to eat
    Hey hey hey, I didn’t have a thing to eat
    Hey the water had come in, wash everything I had down the street
    I was hollerin’ for mercy, and it weren’t no boats around
    Hey I was hollerin’ for mercy, and it weren’t no boats around
    Hey that looks like people, I’ve gotta stay right here and drown
    Hey my house started shakin’, started floatin’ on down the stream
    Hey my house started shakin’, went on floatin’ on down the stream
    It was dark as midnight, people began to holler and scream

  • kate

    Jesus in New Orleans
    by Over the Rhine
    The last time I saw Jesus
    I was drinking bloody mary’s in the South
    In a barroom in New Orleans
    Rinsin’ out the bad taste in my mouth
    She wore a dark and faded blazer
    With a little of the lining hanging out
    When the jukebox played Miss Dorothy Moore
    I knew that it was him without a doubt
    I said the road is my redeemer
    I never know just what on earth I’ll find
    In the faces of a stranger
    In the dark and weary corners of a mind
    She said, The last highway is only
    As far away as you are from yourself
    And no matter just how bad it gets
    It does no good to blame somebody else
    Ain’t it crazy
    What’s revealed when you’re not looking all that close
    Ain’t it crazy
    How we put to death the ones we need the most
    I know I’m not a martyr
    I’ve never died for anyone but me
    The last frontier is only
    The stranger in the mirror that I see
    But when I least expect it
    Here and there I see my savior’s face
    He’s still my favorite loser
    Falling for the entire human race
    Ain’t it crazy
    What’s revealed when you’re not looking all that close
    Ain’t it crazy
    How we put to death the ones we need the most