The name James Booker means very little in most parts of the world. In New Orleans, and to a great number of musicians, mainly piano players, the name James Booker is holy. Not bad for someone who was once called "the best black, gay, junkie piano player who ever lived."
Next week, we all finally get to hear Chinese Democracy. You know the new Guns N' Roses CD. But I want to know why anyone cares.
There will be 15 of us at dinner for Thanksgiving, though no one from Sheepshead Bay, 1972. And while I look forward to creating new memories, my sentimentality presses hard against my heart.