Fats

I just heard that in the midst of the ruin of New Orleans that Fats Domino is missing and feared dead. If he is indeed lost to us that will add a dimension to the tragedy of the last week impossible for me to calculate.

I can remember the first time I heard Fats, sitting alone in my room in the Bronx, struggling to navigate through my adolescence. Ever since, whenever I was feeling low and trying to get back in touch with myself I would listen to him bang one out.

"Do you remember me baby like I remember you?"

I am doing that right now.

"Got my ticket in my hand...I'm goin' to New Orleans..."