Okay.I am 65 years old, and my family came from France 9 generations ago to live in New Orleans. This music is the heart and soul of the French Quarter in the 60's and 70's, an amazing time of experimental cruising. I lived on Decatur Street and St. Philip above Bonapartes Retreat, in the shadow of the statue of the martyr Jean D'Arc, around the corner from The Witches Workshop, owned by Oneida, a Voodoo Woman and Mac Rebbenac. This place was NOT a bullshit shop, and there is nothing in the French Quarter like it now. It was spooky. In script along the ceiling was written "Your giggle shows your ignorance". There was a magic circle on the floor made with graveyard dust. I always walked around it, and Oneida loved it. She was in some sort of high octane spiritual war with another practitioner of the arts, and ended up dead under mysterious circumstances. The shop closed, and Dr. Johns music changed. Many spooky incidents surrounded this scene. The atmosphere was thick as the steamin air off the river with echoes of the past. The Seven Seas, next door from the shop is still a bar, but the crowd and the whole scene has moved down to lower Decatur Street. Bonapartes Retreat is now a tourist shop. The neighborhood still seems like a burned out european war scape after the spiritual battles waged along those streets. I saw Dr John at The Warehouse, a music venue back then, during Mardi Gras. There were about 40 people on stage with fur and feathers, and leather, and magic. Dr John was walking through the crowd throwing glitter on everybody and whippin up some sort of thick stew of light and darkness. It was beyond belief, and sadly, faded into the past now. I alone am left to tell the tale. Shouts to Victoria Fleming, Spooky, Jesse James the Bandit, Doc, Cindy, Amanda, everybody at the Bank, the Burger Shop, and at Morning Call, and all the people who were there. We lived the magic. Thank you Doctor John. You stomped on the terra. Everybody needs a copy of this incredible testament to deep tradition and creativity. OIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Album Rating: 4.5
"There was a magic circle on the floor made with graveyard dust. I always walked around it, and Oneida loved it. She was in some sort of high octane spiritual war with another practitioner of the arts, and ended up dead under mysterious circumstances."
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