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Nearly Sane

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Fats Domino dead
« on: October 25, 2017, 04:51:01 PM »

One of those that I wouldn't have said was still alive, tbh

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-41753839



Robbie

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Re: Fats Domino dead
« Reply #1 on: October 25, 2017, 05:40:24 PM »
When there was the New Orleans tragedy/flood, it was reported that he was safe and well.
Bless, a great artist, will be long remembered.
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Re: Fats Domino dead
« Reply #2 on: October 25, 2017, 05:46:11 PM »
On Blueberry Hill for ever.
Pain, or damage, don't end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back. - Al Swearengen, Deadwood.

Walter

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Re: Fats Domino dead
« Reply #3 on: October 25, 2017, 06:11:49 PM »
Bugger, and I really fancied a pizza tonight 😱

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Re: Fats Domino dead
« Reply #4 on: October 25, 2017, 06:27:51 PM »
Bugger, and I really fancied a pizza tonight 😱
it's OK, Cholesterol Pizza Hut is still going.

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Re: Fats Domino dead
« Reply #5 on: October 25, 2017, 10:34:13 PM »
it's OK, Cholesterol Pizza Hut is still going.
no problem , I've got mi statins 😂😂😂

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Re: Fats Domino dead
« Reply #6 on: October 25, 2017, 10:57:56 PM »
First heard a Fats Domino song in 1956, booming out from one of the rides at Hull Fair. Amid the cacophony of competing sounds and records, came the powerful and what became for me the unmistakable sound of a piano and a voice which typified my youth.  As I heard this voice singing  "And I'm savin' all my lovin' just for you" in this deadpan southern drawl and watched teddy boy/girl dressed teenagers dancing around the amplifier, I knew where I belonged. This was my sort of music.

He had a long life and remained faithful to his beloved New Orleans. Cheers, Fat man.
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