Author: Ross | Submitted: Jul 30 2004 at 09:14:57 AM The audience at the Dr John gig, Shepherd's Bush last week Fucking hell, man. This bunch of stiffs could definitely have done with chucking a bit of gris gris gumbo down their necks. Dr John was of course excellent, in amazing voice throughout, throwing out versions of 'Right Place Wrong Time' and 'Mama Roux' that were funkier than a tramp's nifkin, pimp rolling from piano to organ (piano complete with voodoo skull on lid, of course. Probably not a real one, but, hey..) with a cool nonchalance that us squares can only dream of possessing, just generally dropping science and kicking k-nowledge and being the coolest old man in the world. Not that you could have told from the fucking crowd, who might as well have been watching Hootie and the cunting Blowfish. How can anyone stand and watch Dr John playing 'Mama Roux' and not dance or at least do anything other than stand with their arms crossed?
Over the course of this gig either me or my mate Tom were
1. SHUSHED like we were in a library for talking appreciatively about what we were watching
2. LOOKED AT LIKE WE WERE TAKING A SHIT ON THE FLOOR for dancing like crazy bastards to the same New Orleans funk, a genre that exists primarily for the purpose of dancing to, that they'd apparantley come to stand as still as a Covent Garden mime in front of
3. (this is the good one) PRODDED ON THE BACK AND TOLD TO 'LEARN SOME MANNERS' FOR THE CRIME OF MOVING A BIT CLOSER TO THE FUCKING STAGE.
He didn't play 'Walk On Gilded Splinters' because these fuckers didn't DESERVE 'Walk On Gilded Splinters'. |
