A fresh morning thought on the subject....
Do you blame NOLA for injecting music into your soul at a young age?
Do you always feel the slight desire to jump into most any performance and start making noise? I kinda do.
Waddaya play by the way?
Indeed, NO was a great place to grow up, although I didn't appreciate the strangeness and debauchery of it all until I moved away to raise a family. Some friends Dads owned strip clubs and bars, so my level of normalcy was very skewed (Daddy ... does mommy have shiny spinning boob tassles too?).
NO influenced many in my family and the neighborhood kids to pick musicals instruments, back yard and garage/shed jams were common on evenings and weekends in the upper 9th and Marigny area at the time. Family gatherings and still include a lot of instruments and ad hoc jams. I started banging on Drums as a child, Trumpet, then Tuba, and finally found my niche and talent with brass on the Trombone. Upright and electric Bass became my weekend instrument in high school (rock bands attracted way more girls than brass bands, and all the guys wanted to be the lead guitar god, so getting a gig was easier). Most of my playing these days is Bass and performing 60s-80s stuff now called Classic rock. Jazz just isn't very popular out west.
I talked with my sister this morning and she brought up Fats and that show. She remembers better than I do (if she was 19, I would have been 11) as it being February or March of 1968, not 1966, and definitely post Beatles at City Park Stadium. She thinks it was part of Mardi Gras celebrations, not a ticketed show, and that I costumed as an little American Indian. It was located around the area whats now called Armstrong Park and near the site of the now ghostly Municipal Auditorium. Most parades disbanded there after their street run. Parades wandered off the published "Parade Route" back then all over then place, it drove NOPD crazy! I got to see Professor Longhair again with the Meters, Neville Brothers and other local acts at the St Bernard Civic Center just after it was opened ... maybe 1973. Blessed with great music and many other good things from that city, but also some scars from it too. I survived it all and still became a productive member of society! Well, no felonies at least.
Peace
Keith