The best things in life are colorblind…
Even Carrot Top‘s pal, Vlad, loved him [check out the familiar faces in the audience]…
NO matter where I was, whenever I heard one of his songs, it ALWAYS brought back early memories of the infancy of Rock ‘n’ Roll for me.
On Tuesday, Antoine Dominique Domino, Jr. passed away at the age of 89.
The entire world knew him as “Fats.”
Fats Domino, the New Orleans rhythm-and-blues singer whose two-fisted boogie-woogie piano and nonchalant vocals, heard on dozens of hits, made him one of the biggest stars of the early rock ’n’ roll era.
Fats had more than three dozen Top 40 pop hits through the 1950s and early ’60s, among them “Blueberry Hill” – “Ain’t It a Shame” (also known as “Ain’t That a Shame,” which is the actual lyric) – “I’m Walkin” – “Blue Monday” – and “Walkin’ to New Orleans.”
Throughout he displayed both the buoyant spirit of New Orleans, his hometown, and a droll resilience that reached listeners worldwide.
He sold 65 million singles in those years, with 23 gold records, making him second only to Elvis Presley as a commercial force. Presley acknowledged Domino as a predecessor.
At a news conference in Las Vegas in 1969, after resuming his performing career, Elvis interrupted a reporter who had called him “the king.” He pointed to Domino, who was in the room, and said, “There’s the real king of Rock ’n’ Roll.”
Elvis was right about black music and respected its origins, and NEVER stole the work of black artists the way numerous white artists, payola DJs and groups did, from the late 50s through the early 70s.
Truly the end of and era…
I can’t begin to imagine the party that Chuck Berry and Saint Peter are now working out for the “few” educated souls in Heaven that were devotees of the Fat Man’s music.
Good golly, Miss Molly…
Lobster on the Prairie 