So many, and I'm so tired. Not much sleep. Got back last night, far later arrival at home than it should have been due to the muchas problemas des las transportas. Plane, AirTrain, Subway, Taxi. All of 'em.
Maybe start right at the top. We arrived at the Louis Armstrong Airport and went directly to WWOZ, for TR Johnson's Jazz show, "Live From the Market." So there were cuts and talk about Dr. John, particularly his latest (which according to a lunch here in NYC re the Dave Marsh Show on Sirius, is the oldest) version of "When the Saints Go Marchin' In." It was being discussed, along with other Dr. John / Mac Rebennack cuts. The phone rings and it is Dr. John, who says, "I want to talk to Ned." Ned takes the phone and Dr. John says, (re The World That Made New Orleans) "I LOVE that mother-fuckin' book!"
That's to start.
I'm so tired, and so running around, but there is More. Much More.
The Party at the Mother-in-Law is just not even in the middle. Highlight: Fats Domino sent via a proxy an autographed photo of himself and Elvis (yes, THAT Elvis), that was personally addressed to Ned, and which said, "KEEP WRITING!"
More. So Much More. So much More.
University of Delaware tomorrow. Keynote address.
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Not only that Elvis, but that Fats! You must be incredibly proud!
It is an object precious beyond belief.
It's a sign: "Keep Writing!"
There was so much going on at the party, and I was hobbling about taking photos of everyone, and the Stooges were playing, and people kept coming and going, it was hard to register even events under your nose. At first we didn't realize when Fats' emmisary showed us the photo what it was!
Love, C.
This is fantastic -- what a thrill, and obviously well-deserved!
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