I've been on a Ry Cooder kick lately. These kicks happen, like it just did with John Cale, when I hear something wonderful and new by a favorite artist. I get sucked in like dirt under an Electro-Lux. Fellow Ry Cooder fanatic and old Brooklyn pal Mike Saccoliti, shared this video and this story with me.
Jazz Fest, last day, first weekend, looking like rain all day. Was there with my friend Joan. It's about 4.30, it's looking really dark. Staple Singers are at the gospel tent at 5. We make an early beeline for the tent just as the skies open up. We are in the gospel tent for an amazing Staples set and stay dry. The rain stops. Many people bail. Cooder and Lindley are on at 6 at the big stage. We walk over in the mud, right to the front of the stage and hear this. Check out Cooder at about the 5 min. mark. He seems to be having an out of body experience.
I remember going to Tipitina's that night to see The Meters and meeting some young kids who kept on buying me drinks. Trying to keep up with them, I got REALLY drunk. Early flight out the next day, and there at the airport was Cooder, Lindley and the rest of the band at my terminal. I was so hung over I couldn't say a word. Just looked at them while I groaned into my coffee cup.