The Famous Dr. John Drops By For a Visit
Photos and text by Scooter Tramp Scotty
On winter’s slow migration south for the warmer climates of Florida, I stopped into New Orleans for a visit with a friend who lives in the famous French Quarter. For almost six weeks I’ve been camped on Burgundy St (one block north of Bourbon St) in the back yard of the little house belonging to the motorcycle riding, dready chick, known as B.B. St. Roman. Hailing from the generation just before my own, B.B. has a very colorful history.
But the person I’d like to talk about now is the famous Dr. John, because he dropped by the house last week and I was fortunate enough to spend some time in his company. I had just seen this guy on TV the week before.
Some tunes of Dr. John’s that I remember, and you may too, are: “I was in the right place, but it musta been the wrong time.” and “Such a Night”. It would seem that this man is well known here. Many have spoken of him while talking with me on the streets.
