Keeping the Beat on the Street (7 page)

There was live music all over the city. Down in the Tremé, there was the old Caledonia, Mama Ruth's Cozy Corner. The old Caldonia's gone, but they named another place the Caldonia. That's after Armstrong Park came through and they lost all that development in there. Joe's Cozy Corner used to be Mama Ruth's; Kid Sheik and them used to play in there. I used to go down on my bike and watch the funerals and things. The bands would start by Ruth's Cozy Corner. Actually, Harold Dejan was the first band that went in the Trem
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to play jazz funerals. None of the other brass bands wanted to play funerals in the Tremé—they were frightened of it. The Tremé was always known for drugs and crime
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The ward I stayed in was the Third Ward, but they called it Central City—it's the center of the city of New Orleans. Where I lived was only about seven blocks from the Garden District. When I was a kid, I used to ride my bike and play up there—it was the hustling area. You needed money to go to a show, you go by the old folks' home on St. Charles, help the people with their groceries from the car to their apartment, they would give you a quarter or something like that. I played ball on the street, helped people rake their yards, cut grass. I had a push mower—it used to put blisters on the side of your hand; you had to put a glove on. If you were hustling, you wanted that money. I hustled soft drink bottles; the glass bottles were worth three cents
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I was always a kid that strayed away from home—I still do it. I was the black sheep, you know, I never stuck around the house. I would be told, “Don't leave,” and the minute they turned their back, I was gone—especially if there was a funeral coming down the street
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There were musicians uptown and down. They had an organization called the Young Men's Olympia. They still do the jazz funerals uptown. There isn't that many musicians uptown anymore, but more of them are in the Tremé. The Tremé came back to reviving the music. When I was a kid, second lines were popular but not as popular as they are now. In those days, there were very few clubs parading, and the parade season would be September to November, and that would be it, unless you caught a jazz funeral or church parade for an anniversary
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There was organizations like the Oddfellows, Knights of Columbus, the Masons. They would have bands playing marches like “Gettysburg,” “Bugle Boy,” regular marches. They would be lined up in their uniforms with their swords, and they would drill. Face each other, side by side, walk into a semicircle, come back around, stuff like that. That was a treat to see, you got a chance to second line again. After a while, they'd turn the band loose and let them play “Whooping Blues.”

When I was at junior high school, I had just started playing brass band music on the street, with the Gibson Brass Band, Doc Paulin, and a guy named Nat Dowe. The school band director and I got into an argument. I was about fourteen. He got on me because he wanted me to play the regular marches the school band was playing, and I would get carried away and play something swinging. He didn't like it. He got mad and told me, “I'm going to put you out of the band.”

So they sent me to art class—I had no skills for that, none whatsoever. The teacher would put something on the desk for you to draw, give you sheets to draw on. I would sit there and write music on them! Her name was Miss Daniel; she was a very nice person. She told me,
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to draw something.” And I would draw a mountain—and I would make a bird like an “m.” She told me, “No good, you're not going to make it in this class.” So they took me back in the band. It was kicks
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I grew up watching musicians, and that's what I wanted to be. I even tried to play football. But I got hit one time too many, and I thought, “To hell with this. I'm going back to the band room.”

The first bands I heard were Papa Celestin and Doc Paulin. I got to see all the blues cats like B. B. King, Bobby Blue Bland. Where I was born and raised was only six blocks from the Dew Drop. I would sneak out at night when my family would go to sleep; everybody would be tired from having to work hard all day, so it was easy. I wouldn't stay out all night, just a couple of hours. I would ease the bike out of the side door. See, I was big, I had hair on my chin, I looked older. Sometimes my mother would bust me!

In the neighborhood, we had the Dew Drop, the Robin Hood; Big Joe Turner's bar was on Jackson and Daneel. It's a rough place now—still a bar, called Tammy's Place. On a Sunday afternoon, me and my friends would go sit on the corner and listen to Big Joe Turner. He had piano, drums, bass, guitar, saxophone—a regular band. That's how I learned about the blues. Sometimes we'd go round there, and I'd ask his girlfriend, “Where Mr. Joe at?” She'd tell me they'd gone out of town for a couple of days. A week later, he'd be back sitting on that stool, singing. Man, he was good!

I know how to play rhythm and blues changes, as well as traditional changes. I had quite a few people taught me things. I used to listen at string bass players—that was my thing. When I started, I wanted to play trumpet. I used to cut a hose pipe up, put a funnel on the end, twist a mouthpiece in. Sounded just like a trumpet. Sam Alcorn, Old Man [Alvin] Alcorn, all them cats was playing around then, uptown. And Big Dowe was a hell of a trumpet player—if he had a brass band job, he would let visiting European musicians play with him. Him and my mother was good friends. One evening he saw me coming home from school with the tuba, playing it—they'd told me to take it home and practice. He said, “Come here, Anthony, sit here on the porch.” He went and got his horn and started teaching me different scales and things. One Saturday, he said he had a gig for me, paid a dollar. I said, “I can't play this stuff.” He said, “Just play what I tell you to play.” He showed me what a shuffle rhythm was
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Dew Drop Cafe, 2840 La Salle Street.
Photo by Ralston Crawford. Courtesy Hogan Jazz Archive, Tulane University
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They would play for the Elks Club over by the river. These organizations would have suppers on Saturdays, and at night they would have a dance. He would have the band playing the dance, and his bass player would get drunk, so he would come and get me to play tuba. They played a lot of shuffle—he had good musicians with him—he even had Buddy Charles playing guitar with him; he showed me changes and stuff. He had Flo Anckle, David Grillier—they used to play up some music!

I did a whole lot of listening to Chester Zardis and Placide Adams at the Heritage Hall. I used to ride my bike down to Bourbon Street in the evenings, and I heard these cats, slapping these basses. That's where I got those turnarounds from
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For some reason, I started to play left handed—I even put the valves in reverse order. I didn't get the credit for bringing the swing to it—Kirk Joseph gets the credit for it. It came from me; I wanted to swing the band like an upright bass player
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By the time I got in with Danny Barker and the Fairview band, I was a grown man in my middle twenties—I'm fifty-two now. What happened, Gregg Stafford came to me. Danny needed somebody to play tuba with the band; the kids couldn't get the tuba together. So I shaved my beard off and went down there. After a year or so, Danny said, “Y'all getting too big now. You, Gregg, Leroy, some of you others, y'all get together and form the Hurricane Brass Band.”

We were powerful, and that was when the swing started to hit the traditional music— I was the oldest one in the band. We started to get a lot of second lines and a lot of convention work, the Fairmont and stuff too. That's when I think Louis Cottrell, Harold Dejan, and Herman Sherman got together to split the band up. It got to the point where Gregg and Leroy were both playing with the Tuxedo; Joe Torregano and I went to the Olympia
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The music started changing in the seventies—Daryl Adams and those kids, they were thinking of different modern riffs. In 1974, that's when Milton started wanting to do different things with the Olympia, and Harold kept telling him, “No, we're not going to do that.” That's when “Mardi Gras in New Orleans” happened. I'll never forget it: we were leading a Bacchus Parade on St. Charles. Then we got “I Got a Woman” together. That's when the Olympia started changing. We played my tune “Tuba Fats.” How that came about, we were doing a parade, and when the band stopped, the second liners, with the tambourines and stuff, started singing “Hey Pocky Way”—the Indian song that the [Funky] Meters had recorded. So I started putting a bass part to it, and it became a song
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That's when I formed the Chosen Few Brass Band. Milton worked a bunch of second lines with us—I used to hire him and Edmund Foucher. We had Kermit [Ruffins] too, but he had to play with the Rebirth—they were just forming. So I would lose him. And I would hire Stackman or Freddie Kemp. We were really playing rhythm and blues with a brass band. It gave Milton a chance to play what he wanted, and we were already headed in that direction anyway. We would play the same tune for eight or twelve blocks
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The Rebirth wasn't as popular then; they got popular in the later years. I decided to get away from that. It was important to keep the traditional music going too—the guys in the Olympia were getting old, and there was room for another traditional brass band. There was a lot of work at conventions and stuff. Plus I was getting older, too
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But what really changed things was the Dirty Dozen. That band was a funny thing, really, it started as a joke. Once Sunday parades were over with, I went by the Caldonia bar to see what was going on. Benny Jones and them were all there; they were second lining to the jukebox, beating on the tables, dancing out the door—it was eleven o'clock in the morning!

They were all, “Hey, Tuba, get your horn!” And there was this trumpet player called Cyrille Salvant, he was a hell of a player. He was as drunk as a skunk, playing with them. So I went and got my horn—me and Cyrille started to play along with the jukebox. Then all these other guys went home and got drums and stuff—they all lived right there in the neighborhood. So then we took it to the street
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Chosen Few Brass Band (Eddie Bo Parish, Anthony Lacen, Elliott Callier, Benny Jones, Kenneth Austin, George Johnson)
Photo by Marcel Joly

Cats put on union drawers; they had all kind of like sticks with feathers on them and stuff. Somebody said, “Mama Ruth got a party—it's in the project by Goo's house.” So we second lined over to the Lafitte project, and I stayed out all day playing with them
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So every Sunday after that, if somebody had a dance or a party in the Tremé, they'd say “Hey, Tubal Come on out, we're going to pass the hat.” So we struck up at the Caldonia, and we paraded all the way round the Tremé to that dance. But I was busy with the Olympia; I really didn't have time to stick with it, so I got Kirk Joseph to come and play instead. Then we brought his brother Charles in, then Roger Lewis, then Gregory Davis
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What happened, Roger showed Benny and them how they could make a brass band together. Fats Domino's work had started slowing down, and Roger wasn't working that much. They went to a secret rehearsal: Roger, Benny, Jenell Marshall the snare drummer, Kirk, Charles. They went to Frog's house—I think he was showing them how they could write things out, and how funky they could get, because he was there with them also. Then came the St. Joseph's Day parade. I was playing with the Olympia, and I saw Roger and Benny and them coming. They told Lionel Batiste and them, “Y'all keep that band with the kazoos and stuff over there,” and they wouldn't play with Lionel
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The Olympia headed up the parade, and I could see Lionel and them behind us. And I could also see a big crowd way behind them. I couldn't see exactly who it was, but when we got to Hunter's Field (on Claiborne and St. Bernard where the Tambourine and Fan was), there was Benny, Roger, Gregory Davis, Efrem Towns, Kirk—man, they were wailing! And fast. It took off from there
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