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1、Little LouElectronic book published by 24 W.25th St.New York,NY 10010For more ebooks,visit us at:http:/All rights reservedCopyright Jean Claverie 1990No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,electronic or mechanical,including photocopying,recording,or by anyi
2、nformation storage and retrieval system,withoutpermission in writing from the publisher.e-ISBN 1-59019-762-3Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication DataClaverie,Jean,1946Little Lou/written and illustrated by Jean Claverie.Summary:As a result of spending alot of his time in a neighborhood barwh
3、ere he likes the piano music,talentedyoung musician Lou has an excitingbrush with organized crime.1.MusiciansFiction.2.GangsFiction.I.Title.PZ7.C574Li 1990 90-1531Edc20Little LouElectronic book published by 24 W.25th St.New York,NY 10010For more ebooks,visit us at:http:/All rights reservedCopyright
4、Jean Claverie 1990No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,electronic or mechanical,including photocopying,recording,or by anyinformation storage and retrieval system,withoutpermission in writing from the publisher.e-ISBN 1-59019-762-3Library of Congress Cata
5、loging-in-Publication DataClaverie,Jean,1946Little Lou/written and illustrated by Jean Claverie.Summary:As a result of spending alot of his time in a neighborhood barwhere he likes the piano music,talentedyoung musician Lou has an excitingbrush with organized crime.1.MusiciansFiction.2.GangsFiction.
6、I.Title.PZ7.C574Li 1990 90-1531Edc20 n reading the Little Lou story and lookingat the life-like illustrations of this colorfuladventure,I am at once taken back to atime and place.and a people.that Ihave known all of my life and that I havecarried with me in all of my travels.My songs and music are i
7、nspired by peo-ple like Little Lou and the neighborhoodcharacters who frequent Cabs place.the neighborhood bar in the story.Little Lou represents so many little blackboys who grow up with a burning desire,and ample talent,to play the blues.Nur-tured by the elder blues men in the familyor in the neig
8、hborhood(which is usually anextended family)these youngsters attendthe first and vast vital school of their futurecareers.schools with experienced in-structors in the basic of music,the blues,infriendships and in a way of life bound to-gether with pain,laughter,love and music.Bluesingly yours,Memphi
9、s SlimIThanks to Buster Benton,Diane and Alice;RobBowman,from the Center for Southern Folklore(Memphis TN);Allan Eady,T om and GeorgePeterson,Donald and Kathy Zepp,and Mem-phis Slim,who will never see this story publishedand to whom it is dedicated.omma says the blues started inside me way back be-f
10、ore I was born,with my daddy and Uncle Sonny,but I gotmy big break thanks to gangsters.Its a long story.M ncle Sonny was a drifter.He used to go around playin hisguitar and singin the blues like nobody you ever heard.Mydaddyd play along with him sometimes on his ole harmonica,andhe mustve been prett
11、y good,cause Uncle Sonny was always afterhim to team up.But my daddy,he just said no,what he liked dointhe most was tinkerin with machinery.An that was okay,cause ifDaddyd gone off with Uncle Sonny,I mightnever have been born.When the Depression came round,mydaddy got him an old heap of a truck andf
12、ixed it up sos it would run.Then heand some of his friends headed upnorth to look for work in them bigcity factories.U long the way,they had to stop for gas.That gal on thepumps mustve taken a shine to my daddy,cause after thetank got filled,she climbed aboard and went off with em.One more didnt mak
13、e no difference to that ole truck.Thatgal,she was Momma.When they got to the city,they all started lookin for work,but findin a job just wasnt as easy as the folks back homehad said.After a lotta lookin,my daddy found a placeneedin a mechanic,and a couple of pay days later,he andmy momma fixed thems
14、elves up with some fancy newclothes and went along to Reverend Pickett.A omma and Daddy found a place to live up over a barwith a side door right into the garage where Daddy worked.On pay day,all the neighborhood folks would come over tothe Bird Nestthat was the name of the barto dance andplay cards
15、 and listen to Slim.Slim was always there on payday.Then,as the times got harder,thered be more folks atthe Bird Nest every night,dancin their troubles away.Slimjust about lived at that ole bar.It would get kinda hard formy momma and daddy to get any sleep,so theyd go ondown and join the party.After
16、 a while,they got to know allthe folks.My daddy says none of em was rich,but I betnone of em was downright miserable either,on account ofOle Slim and his piano.M hen I came along.Momma says I was a singerright from when I was born.She says I sang withthe gramophone in the kitchen and I sang with the
17、radio in the garage.Sometimes,I remember,mydaddyd pull out his ole harmonica and join in with me,if he wasnt too busy fixin a carburetor or a clutch.It seems like we just had the music in our souls.T nd,of course,we allsang in church.“If God made man in Hisown image,”ReverendPickett used to say ever
18、ySunday,“it must surelybe that the Good Lord isfond of music,too.”Then away wed go:“A-mazing Grace,howsweet the sound.”Wasnt nobody evermissed out on churchservice.A ow Momma was real sure I had talent,and so it wasnttoo long before she started me takin music lessons with MissBlandish.Miss Blandish
19、lived uptown,where they had folkssweepin the streets.I didnt much care for them lessons,butI guess it didnt hurt me none to learn about fellas like Bachand Grieg and Mozart.N ut what I really liked doin the most was goindown to the Bird Nest each night before Mommacalled me for supper.Slim knew all
20、the tunes mydaddy said Uncle Sonny used to play,and some newstuff,too,that he fancied up a bit.And hed alwaysshow me somethin fine.But when hed start in sin-gin the blues,I could feel em right down to my toes.I guess anybody could feel them blues when Slimwas singin.B hen one night right in the mid-
21、dle of a tune,Slim just collapsedand he fell off that stool hed beensittin on for the past six years.TheDoc came,but it was too late.Thejoy went out of the folks then,andout of me,too.T fter awhile,Cab,who was the owner ofthe Bird Nest,he hired a stringbean of a fellato try to cheer us all up.This g
22、uy had enoughtricks to wreck the piano,but he made thefolks laugh,and thats what Cab wanted.A hen,when good times came back and things startedlookin up for Cab,he bought him a new pianoababy grand he came by third handand he gave methe ole honky tonk.My daddy put it up in the kitchen,and I played it
23、 every chance I got;and it seemed likeSlim was right there with me.T fter that,it was me upstairs on the honky tonk and one piano player after anotherdownstairs on the baby grand.They came from all over,but one things for surecould they ever play!Stride and rag and jazz and blues and most anything e
24、lse youcould think of.There was even one of emhis name was Billy Gunnwho playedwith two fingers stuck straight out and his thumb held uplike his hand was a revolver.My daddy helped Cab fix up a little stage forthe baby grand,and the Bird Nest turned itselfinto a night club.It wasnt just the neighbor
25、-hood folks that came there any more,butrich folks and ladies in furs.I took it all in,keepin outta sight behind the curtains andthe lightin.Cab always said if there was anykind of trouble,I was to slip out the side doorinto the garage,and fast!A he night Ray Slide was playin,there were lots ofmusic
26、ians in the place.Why,even Earl Golson,the famous sax man,was there!My momma usedto play his records all the time.TMEANWHILE,ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN,THE BOSS OF THE PARADISE CLUB.HE TALKED?NOT YET,BOSS.HE WAS INTOO MUCH OF A HURRYTO START PLAYIN IN SOMEHOLE OVER ON THE OTHERSIDE OF TOWN!GO,MAKE SU
27、RE HE DOESNT TALK.HE KNOWS TOO MUCH!OK,BOSS,ILL TAKE CARE OF HIMGOT THE TOOLS,ALDO?OKAY,ALDO,GO DO YOUR STUFF.ILL COVER YOU.RAT!TAT!TAT!TAT!BEHIND STAGECOME ON,RAY,WE GOTTAGET OUTTA HERE!THANKS,KID HELLO,POLICE?MY NAME IS LOU!THANKS LOU.WE GOT TROUBLE AT THE BIRD NEST!LOOKS LIKE IWONT BE PLAYINPIANO
28、 FOR A WHILEWHEN I WAS AT THE PARADISE,I SAW WHAT THEY WAS UPTO.THEYWANNA MAKE SURE I DONT GO TOTHE COPS AND SPILL THE BEANS.I KNOW THOSE GUYS.ALL RIGHT.THEY WORK FOR THE OWNER OFTHE PARADISE!MAYBE HES BEHINDTHAT CURTAIN!HEY!OVER HERE.A DOOR.TO A GARAGE!MAYBE IN ONEOF THOSE HEAPS.HES GOTTA BE HERE!I
29、LL CHECK THE INSIDES,YOU GET THE TRUNKS!HE AINT HEREWE WOULD VE HEARD HIM IF HEDOPENED THE GARAGE DOOR.IT WAS A GREAT IDEA TO KILLTHE LIGHTS,WHY,WITHOUTYOUR LITTLE LOULOU!OH!WHERES LOU?WHATLL WE DO IF HE GETS AWAY?WHATRE WE GONNA TELL THE BOSS?HOW ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE:HE DECIDED TO TAKE A SWIMWITH T
30、HE FISHIES AND FORGOTTO TAKE OFF HIS CEMENT-OVERSHOES?WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HEREHEY,ITS A KID!.HE LOCKED US IN!ALDO!GIMME THE GUNS!I CANT!WE LEFTEM OUTSIDE!THE COPS!I HOPE THIS HEAP RUNS!.HEY,THE DOOR!BREAKIT DOWN!IT RUNS!FLOOR IT!fter things settled down a bit,Cab was passing drinks on thehouse when s
31、omebody yelled,weaint got no music!Cab just lookedat me and said,“Lou,how aboutyou play something for us?”A ell,there I was,right in front of Earl Golson and RaySlide and some others I didnt even know.But I sat down atthat baby grand,and I played Tin Lizzie Rag,a tune Slimhad wrote for my daddy.They
32、 loved it!Earl went and called for his sax.And an hour later,I was playin with a real live band.W urned out that Ray was the reason Earl Golson cameto the Bird Nest that night.He was lookin for a pianoplayer for his next concert.Poor Ole Ray.The doc told him left hand only for thenext three weeks.So Ray sat down right next to me and kept meworkin right up to the day of the show.TIt felt like the whole town was at VarietyHall that night.except,of course,for theboss of the Paradise and his thugs.But,Iguess they got radios in prison nowadays.