NYE 2017

Walk home with me on the last day of 2017

There were no NYE parties in London for us this year, but that doesn’t mean things did get wild and crazy in Passau.

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and a happy new year message from Rainier – for Emma –

Celebrating Fats

When Fats Domino died, it felt like I had lost a family member. His music was the soundtrack to the happiest parts of my childhood – learning to “jitterbug” with my aunts under my grandparents’ house in Reggio, uncle Chris playing guitar at family birthday celebrations, jumping off the Marty Boy in Lake Borgne after the Ycloskey boat blessing, hot summer days and good smells in maw maw Barbie’s kitchen. When I moved away from New Orleans at 17 years old, his music kept a part of my soul there and comforted the far away part that always missed New Orleans.

Here’s René’s best Fats improv on the piano and Rainier dancing along. It’s not under the house in Reggio, but we are missing New Orleans dearly, and on this day, missing Fats.