I must have had a dozen or so conversations with Paul Sanchez before we finally met. Whether talking about his hometown of New Orleans, its music or his music with Cowboy Mouth or solo, via phone or e-mail, there was something very comfortable about it all, as if Paul and I had known each other forever. I had seen him perform live a number of times, but my reluctance to accost the talent after a performance remains to this day. The time never seems right.
In 2009 I was asked to write the foreword for his book, "Pieces Of Me," a collection of essays about life on the road and music in New Orleans. This was almost 3 years after Katrina rocked Paul's world. I was honored, to say the least.
April of 2009, I finally met Paul in New Orleans to celebrate the release of "Pieces Of Me" at the Jazz & Heritage Festival. We exchanged the usual pleasantries.
"So you were born in NYC, Sal?"
"Down in Soho, when it was still Soho."
"Oh, I lived in Soho for a bit."
"Really? That's where I was born."
"Between 6th and Varick."
"Really? That's where I lived."
A few more "reallies," and BOOM, Paul lived in the exact apartment where I was born. That made our connection more than just coincidence.
We don't see each other much, as my trips to New Orleans have gone from four a year to one every two years. But I woke up to this e-mail the other day, which I really enjoyed.
I enjoy your posts so much, a twisted and comical view on rock is always welcome in my world, especially coming from someone who truly loves rock as an art form.
Been working for the last year with a director from New York on a documentary film about my three loves: Shelly, music and New Orleans. I heard "Another Cup Of Coffee" from a show with the Mouth at Tipitina's in 1993. I recorded a new version of this song I last did on the Mouth's first record.
Please pass along to as many people as you like.
peace & love,
Thanks, Paul. I think I will.