Remembering Fats Domino
When I was ushered into his room in the Churchill Hotel by the personal valet who had worked for him for more than 20 years, Fats Domino was wearing his off-duty outfit: a brown knitted suit and a hair-net. On stage at the Hammersmith Odeon a couple of nights later, the look was very different: white jacket, shoes and socks, pink tie and trousers, diamonds covering his fingers, his belt buckle, his tie clip, his watch. Here was the man whose record sales in the 1950s were second only to Elvis Presley.
This was April 1973, and he was a couple of weeks away from his 44th birthday. In person, giving an interview to the reporter from the Melody Maker, he was pleasant, if a little guarded. He dutifully ran through his history for me, the stuff that’s been in all the obituaries over the past couple of days, telling me about falling in love with the piano as a child, copying the great boogie-woogie pianists (he mentioned Meade Lux Lewis, Pete Johnson and Albert Ammons), how Lew Chudd had signed him to Imperial, and how when Imperial was bought by Liberty he had left and made deals first with ABC Paramount, then with Mercury and Reprise. When we spoke, he was without a recording contract.
His stage show was magnificent. Here’s what I wrote, comparing his concert performance with those of other rock and roll pioneers in middle age: “Unlike Chuck, he wasn’t cynical or saddled with a poor backing band; unlike Jerry Lee, he didn’t want to sing country ballads; unlike Little Richard, he wasn’t carried away with his own divinity. He was, quite simply, Fats Domino. He sang almost nothing that wasn’t a million-seller, or close to it, and he sang them exactly as he’d laid them down on the original recordings.”
He’d brought a fine band from New Orleans: the ripe-toned saxophone section of Fred Shepherd (alto), Walter Kimball, Maurice Simon and Fred Kemp (tenors) and Roger Lewis (baritone), plus the great Roy Montrell on guitar, David Douglas on bass and Walter Lastie — a member of one of those Crescent City musical dynasties — on drums. The songs they performed included “I’m Walkin'”, “Blue Monday”, “Let the Four Winds Blow”, “I’m in Love Again”, “I’m Gonna Be a Wheel Some Day”, “I Want to Walk You Home”, “Hello Josephine”, “Ain’t It a Shame”, and “So Long”, plus “The Saints”, “Stag-o-lee”, “Shake, Rattle and Roll” and Professor Longhair’s “Goin’ to the Mardi Gras”, all in 45 minutes. Apart from the general impression of good humour and good times, I can recall Lastie’s brisk double-shuffle on “I’m Walkin'” and an excellent gravel-toned baritone solo on “Blue Monday”.
It was only Domino’s third visit to the UK. He’d been here as part of a package tour in 1962, and had returned in 1967 for one of Brian Epstein’s concerts at the Savile Theatre. Given that the Beatles loved and revered his music, it’s a pity they didn’t sign him to Apple and help him make some more good records.
I mentioned to him that Dave Bartholomew, the trumpeter and bandleader who had been the co-writer and musical director on his early hits, had told me a year or so earlier that, when they went into the studio back in the early ’50s, they were attempting to make the first fusion of Dixieland jazz and R&B. Fats didn’t entirely agree. “We was just doing what we wanted,” he said. “That’s all — there weren’t no more to it than that.” Enough, however, to help change the world.
Certainly changed me! Wendell Duconge’s alto solo on “So Long”, maybe a lift from Bird with Jay Mcshann, but a truly beautifully floating thing…and Fat’s piano. That was my “intro”…
The Antibes Jazz Festival concert from 1962? is fabulous for Fats and the band stretching out.
Herb Hardesty’s tenor solo on the original “Dreamboat”….a text book in HOW to do it. It wasn’t just King Curtis.
Btw, lovely piece! He really was something.
Great piece, Richard. Bring back the Melody Maker !
My favourite Fats song was “I Love Her” from really early; on the Fats’ Rock n Rollin album – excellent comping behind the sax solo. Did he play piano on “Natural Born Lover”? That was good.
And the Antibes videos are brilliant – couple of extended tracks and a nice bit of Jimmy Smith in the middle. The first one seems to have been taken down, which is a shame because Fats plays a 14 minute slow blues and Jimmy Smith does a great “Willow Weep For Me”. Here’s the second
Dave or Richard, do you know who the drummer is on this Antibes clip please? He’s a leftie and a real powerhouse. Eager to find out some more about him. Thanks.
No clip attached…
Ah. Now I see. The one in the reply above. I’ll have a look.
OK — it’s Cornelius Coleman, a leftie from NO who was Fats’ touring drummer for 15 years (c.1953-68).
Thanks Richard. A formidable player. Great pocket, some serious chops and one of the weirdest kit/cymbal setups of the era, more akin to the fusion players of the ’70s.