The Paris Review

Farewell to Dr. John, Wherever You Is Now

Dr. John at the 2007 New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival (photo: Derek Bridges)

There was a press junket, and at the last minute someone with real credibility dropped out, and I was invited to fill in even though I was only a teenager. A number of us journalists were bused out to a beautiful old country estate. Frank Zappa was there, deep in conversation with a bunch of record collectors. Candy, the publicist, took me by the hand and led me to the back porch. Mac Rebennack was out there in full Dr. John regalia, with a modified turban wrapped around his head, and feathers and rings and voodoo beads, a carved walking stick by his side, and he was slouched there, a walking Mardi Gras, a sitting Mardi Gras, and the makeup

Estás leyendo una vista previa, regístrate para leer más.

Más de The Paris Review

The Paris Review6 min. leídos
A Graphic Novel before the Term Existed
Pretend for a moment that there was a genetic testing kit for the modern graphic novel. The ancestry report would begin with the form’s most distant ancestors: prehistoric cave drawings, Sumerian pictograms, Egyptian hieroglyphics, the Bayeux Tapestr
The Paris Review2 min. leídos
Redux: The Rapturous Monotony of Metal, Water, Stone
Every week, the editors of The Paris Review lift the paywall on a selection of interviews, stories, poems, and more from the magazine’s archive. You can have these unlocked pieces delivered straight to your inbox every Sunday by signing up for the Re
The Paris Review9 min. leídosFood & Wine
Cooking with Bruno Schulz
In Valerie Stivers’s Eat Your Words series, she cooks up recipes drawn from the works of various writers. I have unusually clear memories of early childhood, including one about the bright-white lines of a tennis court when I could only just crawl a