Ain’t no frowning when I’m playing this here. When it’s time to play, it’s time to play. I’m telling you, there ain’t nothing greater. Boom! Boom! Boom! I’m the purveyor of the thunder! Couple years ago, I got hit by a firecracker right before the Sugar Bowl Parade. I had to wear the strap right across the burn. It hurt something terrible, but as long as the band was playing, I didn’t feel a thing.
     My daddy was Doc Paulin. He been leading brass bands in New Orleans since the 1920’s. Out of my ten brothers, six of us played in my daddy’s band, all diff erent instruments. Pops, he played trumpet. He was the leader of the band and everything, but I was always standing right there by the drum section. I remember my momma used to cook Sunday dinner, and we’d be sitting there at the dinner table, and then all the sudden I hear something outta my ear two three blocks away. I’m like, that’s my daddy. I’m gonna go watch my daddy. Now, if Pops seen me he’s gonna run me off . You don’t miss my momma’s Sunday dinner. Uh Uh. No. You there. So what I used to do is hide right there behind my cousin Tommy banging on that bass drum...

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