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NEW ORLEANS PIANO — PROFESSOR LONGHAIR (ATLANTIC):: Oh why didn’t I learn to play piano when I was young? If God would only give me back my youth, I’d practice every day until I could walk into any room, slide behind the 88’s and rip off a chorus or two of “Tipitina.”


ROCK-A-RAMA
NEW ORLEANS PIANO — PROFESSOR LONGHAIR (ATLANTIC):: Oh why didn’t I learn to play piano when I was young? If God would only give me back my youth, I’d practice every day until I could walk into any room, slide behind the 88’s and rip off a chorus or two of “Tipitina.” Professor Longhair, where were you at my crucial moment? Why “Chopsticks”? Why not “Willie Mae,” or for that matter, “Professor Longhair Blues”? By the time I heard Fats Domino do a spruced up version of Fess’ “Marti Gras in New Orleans” it was too late.