
Booker James
By Greg Johnson
New Orleans. The city’s name just brings to mind music. Jazz and R&B are almost synonymous with its history. And, so are piano players. From the 19th Century classical composer,Louis Morreau Gottschalk, Storyville sporting house players, Tony Jackson and Jelly Roll Morton, R&B greats Fats Domino, Allen Toussaint and Huey Smith, bluesier artists Champion Jack Dupree and Professor Longhair, to modern masters such as Harry Connick Jr. and Dr John, they have always held the center of attention. But, of them all, perhaps no one individual led a more eccentric or erratic life than James Booker. Haunted by mental health disorders and heavy drug addiction, the promising career of perhaps the Crescent City’s most talented pianist came to an all too sad and early end.
James Carroll Booker III was born in New Orleans on December 17, 1939. His father was a one-time dancer from Bryan, Texas, who decided to change his life’s work by becoming a Baptist minister and relocating to New Orleans. His mother had been raised in Mississippi and she was a member of the Baptist church Gospel choir. With such a strong religious influence, it is not surprising that as a child, James‘ desire was to become a priest when he grew older.

While still an infant, James and his sister Betty Jean were sent to live with their aunt in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. It was noted at a very early age that J. C. (as his family knew him) had musical skills. By the age of six, he was already playing the piano, learning classical music, as well as the styles of pianists Archibald, Professor Longhair and family friend, Tuts Washington. At the age of 10, he asked his mother for a trumpet. Instead, she purchased a saxophone for him. This did not upset young J.C. as he was still able to teach himself musical scales on the instrument.
That same year, James was struck by a speeding ambulance and dragged for nearly 30 feet. His leg was broken in eight places. As a result he would forever walk with a limp. But, even worse, he was given morphine for the pain. This was an early introduction to drugs, which would play a hard role throughout his life.

Booker’s father died in 1953 and he was returned to New Orleans along with his sister to live with their mother. Enrolled at Xavier Preparatory School, he was classmates with Allen Toussaint and Art Neville. He was a very intelligent student, especially in math, Spanish and music classes. And, while still in school, he put together his first band, Booker Boy and the Rhythmaires, which also included Neville.
During this same time, his sister Betty Jean was performing as a Gospel singer on radio station WMRY every Sunday afternoon. James began to frequent the studio while his sister was on the air. Soon the station managers discovered that he could play the piano and James became a regular performer himself on a Jazz and Blues show which aired on Saturdays. He was quite impressive, often performing complicated numbers by composers such as Bach and Rachmaninoff. Eventually, the entire Booker Boy and the Rhythmaires became the featured artists on the show.
The broadcasts also caught the attention of Imperial Records‘ renowned producer, Dave Bartholomew. He invited the band to audition and shortly afterwards they recorded the single, “Doing The Hambone.” Booker at 14 was the youngest artist ever to record for the label. The single did not sell very well, but Bartholomew saw promise in the young pianist. In particular with his ability to play in the styles of many of the popular artists of the time. One of Imperial’s biggest stars was Fats Domino, who was in demand for live appearances constantly.Bartholomew decided to put Booker in the studio to record the piano tracks for Fats Domino, so when he returned home, all the hit-maker would need to do was to lay down the vocal parts.

Booker’s talents were also noticed by Paul Gayten, Chess Records‘ A&R man and a performer himself. He decided to try his luck with James and scheduled a session for Booker and Art Neville. They were to be billed as Arthur and Booker, but Neville was unable to make the date and was replaced by Arthur Booker (no relation to James). The single “Heavenly Angel” was released, but much like “Hambone“, it did not catch on either.

Over the next few years, James took on work with many of the popular bands of the day. Unlike Fats Domino’s constant life on the road, Huey “Piano” Smith did not like to travel at all. Again, because of James‘ gift for sounding like other performers, he went on tour throughout the South making appearances as Huey Smith. It was a win-win situation for both of them and sometimes he even performed local gigs when Smith accidentally double-booked himself. James also did several tours with people like Earl King, Shirley & Lee and Joe Tex.

Through Joe Tex, Booker was introduced to producer, Johnny Vincent, who signed him to a three-year contract with Ace Records. But, the partnership did not last long. Booker had recorded “Teenage Rock” and “Open The Door” for Ace, but still did not receive much fanfare. A third number was recorded and Booker discovered Vincent dubbing it with Joe Tex’svocals over his own. That was enough for him and he dissolved their contract based on the grounds that he was under-aged and could not legally sign it for himself. Disenchanted with the recording industry, Booker left New Orleans and enrolled in Baton Rouge’s Southern University in 1960.
But, involvement with heavy drugs began to take its toll on Booker during this period also. So he returned to performing in order to make money to supply his habit. Traveling to Houston, he began working for Don Robey at the Duke/Peacock label. He recorded an organ-driven instrumental single tided, “Gonzo,” named for a character in the film “The Pusher.” The single hit the charts on November 13, 1960, and remained there for 11 weeks, peaking at number 43. Unfortunately, it would be the only time in his career where he would chart as a solo performer.

Throughout the 1960s, James Booker would work with a number of reputed artists on tour and in the studio. Among these were Little Richard, Bobby Bland, Junior Parker, Lloyd Price, Wilson Pickett and B.B. King. He traveled to New York, where he recorded for Atlantic Records with Jerry Wexler, on albums by King Curtis and Aretha Franklin (who includedBooker’s own composition, “So Swell When You’re Well“). Wexler also spent time recording James as a solo artist, but these tracks have never been released.
During the late 1960s, Booker also worked with his life-long friend, Mac Rebennack, known better as Dr. John. The two had known each other since the 1950s, often working together in Cosimo Matassa’s New Orleans studios with Dave Bartholomew. Booker’s stage presence started becoming more eccentric also, wearing wigs, capes, eye patches and even a glass eye for his missing left orb. The story behind his lost eye varies, depending on who tells it. Some say it was drug-related, but Dr. John claims in his autobiography that Booker lost the eye after pulling a scam on some record producers they’d written arrangements for. Booker had somehow conned the producers into paying for their services three times and was pushing his luck with a fourth attempt. The producers caught on though and had Booker beaten up so badly that he lost the eye. Booker was said to comment afterward, “If I lost the other eye, too, then I might be able to play as well as Ray Charles or Art Tatum.”



Booker was always a handful for Dr. John. He consistently upstaged the other performers in the band and was quite open with his homosexuality, often hitting on those assigned to share his room or to bringing men to the room who he picked up on the road, much to the horror of his roommates. Drugs also took their toll on his dependency to make shows. Finally, Dr. Johnhad enough and released Booker, giving him two-weeks pay. Dr. John claims that once he left the band, James went to Joe Tex, Fats Domino and Marvin Gaye each and agreed to take a role in their respective bands. He was given two-weeks advance pay from each, only to run off back to New Orleans.
There his life took a drastic change. Outside of the city’s famed Dew Drop Inn, Booker was arrested for possession of heroin and was sentenced to serve two years at Angola Prison. While an inmate, he worked in the prison’s library and also developed a musical program within the system. His efforts paid off and he was granted parole after only serving six months. When he returned to New Orleans, he found that the music scene had hit a slump and was not very prosperous. Seeking work, he violated his parole by leaving the state.

Booker returned to New York, where he worked as session musician and recorded with people such as Ringo Starr, Maria Muldaur and the Doobie Brothers. Jerry Wexler also recordedBooker’s vocals for the soundtrack of “Pretty Baby” on the Jelly Roll Morton song, “Winin’ Boy Blues.” After spending two years in New York, he moved around the country settling in locations such as Dovington, Pennsylvania (near Philadelphia), Cincinnati and Los Angeles. While in L.A., he did sessions with both Charles Brown and T-Bone Walker. In 1973, he recorded sides in L.A. with a group of fellow New Orleans musicians who had relocated to the city. That session would be released 24 years later, 14 years following his death, as the “Lost Paramount Tapes.”
Eventually, the charges for his parole violation were lifted and Booker returned to New Orleans in 1975. He appeared at that year’s Jazz and Heritage Festival where he drew the attention of record scouts. Booker was suddenly regarded as the talented musician that he was. He began tutoring a young politician’s son by the name of Harry Connick, Jr., whom Booker saw a resemblance to himself as a child prodigy. He recorded the album “Junco Partner” for the Island label in 1976 and it received praise from many critics with its fine showing of Booker’sdexterity, performing music ranging from Chopin to Earl King, alongside his own material (something that came quite easily for Booker, as he often combined classical and modern music in his stage act, as well, often within the same song).
This also led to Booker’s traveling to Europe for the first time to appear in several festivals. His performance at the Boogie Woogie and Ragtime Piano Contest in Zurich, Switzerland was recorded in 1976 and released as “New Orleans Piano Wizard: Live!” The recording was a triumph for Booker, honored with the Grand Prix de Disque de Jazz award as best live album in 1977. He followed that up with more European shows the next year, including the illustrious Montreux International Jazz Festival.
But, when Booker returned home, he was a changed man. He no longer adorned the extravagant capes or eye patches and his mental condition was beginning to fail. He often checked himself into the mental ward at New Orleans’ Charity Hospital. By the 1980s, his shows were becoming more and more erratic. Though he was now a featured performer at the Maple Leaf Bar, working with the astounding team of Johnny Vidacovich on drums, bass player John Singleton and saxophonist Alvin “Red” Tyler, the shows did not always come across. When they did, Booker was arguably the best the city had ever seen (captured magnificently on the posthumous releases, “Resurrection Of The Bayou Maharajah” and “Spiders On The Keys“). But, too often, he would refuse to play, or would walk off-stage mid-set and occasionally even vomited onto his own piano keys. The crowds began to disappear.

Rounder Records decided to record Booker in 1982. The sessions almost seemed doomed before anything even took place. A week prior to the session dates, Booker collapsed in a seizure and was admitted to Charity Hospital. His condition seemed to worsen and he was transferred to Southern Baptist Hospital where it was determined that his liver had suffered irreparable damage after years of alcohol and drug abuse. Miraculously, he recovered in time to make the recording dates. But, the first day he refused to play, the second he appeared unable to; and, on the third, he returned in spirits as if he had never been sick in his life and laid down more than enough tracks for the album that would become “Classified.” Two days later,Booker disappeared, only to be found several days later jailed for disturbing the peace.



Booker tried to take on a more acceptable life-style. He took a job with City Hall as a clerk typing and filing in 1983. But, he soon began drinking again despite his liver ailment and lost the job. He still had his Maple Leaf gigs, but he began missing them altogether. The last show he performed there was on October 31, 1983, with only five patrons in attendance. For the next show on November 7th, he didn’t show up at all.

On November 8, 1983, James Booker took a deadly dose of low-grade cocaine and passed out. He was driven to Charity Hospital and left in the emergency waiting room in a wheelchair where he sat undiscovered for probably half an hour. When he was checked on, he was already dead, having suffered heart and lung failure. He was only 43 years old.
New Orleans is known for its elaborate funeral processions. Especially when it comes to its beloved musicians. The funeral for James Carroll Booker III was sparsely attended with very little floral arrangements. He was laid to rest in a family plot at Providence Memorial Park in nearby Metarie, Louisiana. A sad farewell for a musician now honored as one of New Orleans’ true piano geniuses, regarded perhaps only second to Professor Longhair.
(Article Courtesy of February, 2002 BluesNotes)

Super Moo the Karamea Wonder Dog
The Buller District Council classified “Moo” as a “dangerous dog” after an alleged incident that occurred in 2006 when he was about a year old.
Paul in 2004
Moo in 2004 Age 1 Principle Interest: Stick Chasing
I had to go to Greymouth and he really wanted to come with me, but I was unable to take him, so I tied him up in front of my house with a bone and a bowl of water and arranged for a friend (Brian) to come by and collect him after I had gone.
Between the time I left and Brian arriving, a local woman walked by and saw Moo looking a bit down in the mouth and approached him. Every dog manual in the world states that you should never approach lone dog on a chain, but that aside, she apparently tired to pat him and he allegedly nipped her on the leg resulting in a bruise on her inner thigh…there were no teeth marks and the skin was not broken, so it was hardly a viscous attack, if indeed it happened at all. It’s also likely that Moo felt threatened, and that he was protecting his bone and his territory…and my property.
Dangerous Dog on the Loose…QUICK…Call the Council!
I now know that the woman in question has a reputation for being somewhat economical with the truth and was later convicted of theft and fraud for stealing money from her employer. If indeed Moo did nip the woman, it is unfortunate, but I’m not convinced it even happened and I should have counter-charged her for trespass…However, I chose to face the music, man up and take responsibility for my actions and my dog and face the consequences…BIG mistake.
As a result of the alleged “attack” I was branded by the Council as am “irresponsible dog owner” and Moo as a “dangerous dog.” Of course I contested the ruling and I was invited to a “hearing” at the Biller District Council in Westport, which meant I had to travel to Westport in my own time and expense to attend the hearing.
On arrival, I met with the Senior Dog Control Officer and was shown to a small backroom where I met two Councillors. The first, who’s name was (I kid you not) John Lennon, who was a real estate agent and the other, Margaret Montgomery, owns a holiday park.
Moo and Friends 2007
It was evident from the get go that whatever I said, whatever evidence I submitted in Moo’s defence, any counter argument, reasoning or plea was not going to change the Council ruling, so it was in fact a total farce and the “hearing” was a further waste of my time and money and an entirely pointless exercise. Out of frustration and maddened by the absurd allegations and the obstinacy of the Councillors, I said, “OK, John, you’re a real-estate agent and Margaret, you own a holiday park, what qualifications do either of you have to determine the nature of a dog?” “Surely I am equally as qualified as either of you, especially as I am familiar with the dog…neither of you have even seen him!”
Mee’n’Moo 2007
That got me to the next level, it was like a computer game, I had got past stage 1 and I now got to meet a guy called Terry Archer, who has a title something like “Senior Compliance Officer,” or something like that. Terry agreed that the two esteemed Councillors lacked the requisite qualifications to assess the character of a dog, but the bad news for me was that once the Council had made a ruling and that it had been upheld at a hearing, there was no further recourse, meaning that the Council’s ruling was the last word and I there was no other legal avenue open to me, I couldn’t take it to court as the Council had the jurisdiction to make a final ruling on the matter and the court would not hear the case.
I had to accept the ruling, which had all sorts of additional ramifications, such as Moo was now classified as a “dangerous dog” and I an “irresponsible dog owner,” his dog registration fees now incurred a 150% surcharge, he was required to be castrated, micro-chipped, restrained at all times, walked only on a lead and when muzzled.
Moo is not a Pitt-bull terrier, a Mastiff, a Rottweiler or a Mountain Lion…he’s a Border Collie! He likes chasing balls, retrieving sticks, working the sheep, lot of exercise, activity, mental challenge and having his tummy scratched…he is a spirited, intelligent, friendly, funny and loyal friend to myself and many people from around the world. He is an icon at Rongo Backpackers, as is trained to lead people on walks around the Karamea Estuary…he even has his own FaceBook Page (https://www.facebook.com/supermoo.thekarameawonderdog), which wasn’t started by me, it was made by one of his many friends and he now has 370 FaceBook followers…I ask you dear reader, if this dog was in any way dangerous, do you really think this would be the case?
Dangerous Dog on the Loose…QUICK…Call the Council!
The latest harassment from the Buller District Council is a $300 fine for Moo being walked off lead and unmuzzled…I consider it my civic duty to refuse to pay this fine and to defend my dog yet again against this repressive and patently ludicrous ruling…stupid laws should be broken, please write a few words in support of Moo, so that I might take it to the Council and finally get some closure on this madness…By the Way, Moo is now eight years old (which is 56 in human years), he’s more interested in sleeping in the sun and chewing his bone than attacking anything…he is not dangerous, he’s not a threat to anyone or anything…many of you reading this will know Moo…please take a few moments to write in support of his freedom…I refuse to restrain and muzzle my old loyal friend, I instead want to give him a peaceful end to his happy life to thank him for all the joy he has given us…please tell the Buller District Council what time it is…COMMON SENSE TIME!
Gallery of Photos of Moo NOT being Dangerous (I have thousands more and not one of them shows Moo being aggressive or threatening in any way)
FREE MOO!!
Moo is a LivinginPeace Project treasured icon, he has helped our business and given our many customers a great time when they were staying with us…please add your comments below in support of Moo and let the Buller District Council know in no uncertain terms that enough is enough….FREE SuperMOO!!
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