The Fat Man

A great bluesman. I'm embarrased that I had no idea he was still alive.

A lightbulb just went off also on the Pulp Fiction reference about I don't know if I'd call Antoine fat, I mean he's Samoan what's a brother to do?
 
A great bluesman. I'm embarrased that I had no idea he was still alive.

A lightbulb just went off also on the Pulp Fiction reference about I don't know if I'd call Antoine fat, I mean he's Samoan what's a brother to do?

Get off the meth, loser. You've been online for a week straight, queefy!
 
October 26, 2017

But while the piano was his anchor, his hits weren’t instrumentals. He was a singer, and if Peter Guralnick was right to observe fondly that he had “great charm but little charisma,” that was exactly the point. Domino’s voice was warm, rolling, deeply relaxed, and strikingly legible given its high drawl quotient — a remarkably unremarkable instrument that was the very definition of affability. Moreover, this affability extended to his material. “Blue Monday” is a class-conscious plaint that presages the many living-for-the-weekend larks rock ’n’ roll would make its own, “I’m Walkin’ ” bemoans his loneliness at a double-time pace that sounds very much like fun, and “I Want to Walk You Home” gave a faraway bassist the idea of calling one of his raucous tunes “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” Fats covered country songs as if he was born to them, which he was, and pop standards as if he’d loved them since childhood, which he had. And then there’s what Cosimo Matassa once told Domino biographer Rick Coleman: “Fats made things his own. Even on little frothy tunes whipped up in the studio, the phrasing and delivery was always Fats. It’s an amazing singularity I think most artists would die for.”

https://www.villagevoice.com/2017/10/26/fats-domino-born-to-please/
 
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