Dr. John
January, 1974
He wakes up after nine P.M., rides over to the gig with his road manager and walks slowly, anonymously up the back stairs to the dressing room. While his sidemen don their surreal finery--grass skirts, top hats, etc.--he garbs himself in chamois, adds a staggering number of amulets and charms ("People give me this stuff that they think I like"), wraps a snakeskin around his head, tops that off with a feather headdress and--while make-up is applied to his face by a San Francisco Cockett...
