 Brilliant Audio Presents. Coming through Slaughter by Michael Andace. Performed by Dion Graham. Buddy Bolden began to get famous right after 1900 come in. He was the first to play the hard jazz and blues for dancing. Had a good band. Strictly ear band. Later on Armstrong, Bunk Johnson, Freddie Keppert. They all knew he began a good jazz. John Robichaux had a real reading band, but Buddy used to kill Robichaux anywhere he went. When he prayed, he'd take the people with him all the way down Canal Street. Always looked good. When he bought a cornet, he'd shine it up and make it glisten like a woman's leg. Louis Jones. Three Sonographs. Pictures of dolphin sounds made by a machine that is more sensitive than the human ear. The top left sonograph shows a squawk. Squawks are common emotional expressions that have many frequencies or pitches, which are vocalized simultaneously. The top right sonograph is a whistle. Note that the number of frequencies is small and this gives a pure sound, not a squawk. Whistles are like personal signatures for dolphins and identify each dolphin as well as its location. The middle sonograph shows a dolphin making two kinds of signals simultaneously. The vertical stripes are echolocation clicks, sharp multi-frequency sounds, and the dark mountain-like humbs are the signature whistles. No one knows how a dolphin makes both whistles and echolocation clicks simultaneously. One. His Geography. Float by in a car today and see the corner shops, the signs of the owners obliterated by brand names. Tassan's food store, which he lived opposite for a time, surrounded by drink Coca-Cola in bottles, barks, or Lorelie's tavern. The signs speckled in the sun. Tom Moore, Yellowstone, Jax, Coca-Cola, Coca-Cola. Primary yellows and reds muted now against the white, horizontal sheet wood walls. This district, the homes and stores are a mile or so from the streets made marble by jazz. There are no songs about Gravier Street or Phillips or Furst or the Mount Ararat Missionary Baptist Church as mother lived next door too. Just the names of the streets written vertically on the telephone poles or the letters sunk into pavement that you walk over. Gravier. A bit too stylish for the wooden houses, almost falling down. The signs, the porches, and the steps broken through when no one sits outside now. It is further away that you find Rampart Street, then higher up Basin Street, then one block higher, Franklin. But here there is little recorded history, though tales of the swamp and smoky row, both notorious communities where about a hundred black prostitutes from pre-puberty to their seventies would line the banquette to hustle, come down to us in fragments. Here the famous whore Bricktop Jackson carried a fifteen-inch knife and her lover, John Miller, had no left arm and wore a chain with an iron ball in the end to replace it. Killed by Bricktop herself on December 7th, 1861, because of his bestial habits and ferocious manners. And here one legged Duffy, born Mary Rich, was stabbed by her boyfriend and had her head beaten in with her own wooden leg. And gamblers carry and cocaine to a game. History was slow here. It was elsewhere in town, in the Bravo District of Storyville, that one made and lost money. The black whores and musicians shipped in from the suburbs and the black customers refused. Where the price of a teenage virgin was eight hundred dollars in 1860. Where Dr. Miles, who later went into the Alka-Seltzer business, offered cures for gonorrhea. The women wore Gloria de Dijon and Marshal Neil Roses and their whores sold goofered dust and bend over oil. Money poured in, slid around. By the end of the nineteenth century, two thousand prostitutes were working regularly. There were at least seventy professional gamblers. Thirty piano players took in several thousand each in weekly tips. Sample complete. Ready to continue?