Because I just was in a hospital (always surprising how we can be transported painlessly by an injection into nothingness), the St. James Infirmary Blues jumped into my mind. I tried to find the melody on my banjo again.
“It was down in Old Joe’s barroom / On the corner by the square / The usual crowd was assembled / And big Joe McKinney was there… I went down to the St. James Infirmary / I saw my baby there / She’s laid out on a cold white table / So so cold, so white, so fair.”
Last year I also wrote about this topic at http://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2012/09/07/st-james-infirmary-blues/ – my fellow bloggers had been kind enough to leave some comments:
My father-in-law nearly died last month from West Nile Virus. He was in the hospital, mostly ICU for one entire month. It was frightening and sad to watch him suffering as it progressed to encephalitis. He is home recovering with 24-hour home care, but is still very weak. Weak, yes, but so happy to still be with us. And we are very happy, too!
Liked your rendition, but don’t be offended when I say that that Mr. Armstrong did it better. I love the way he takes sadness and goes past melodramatic to the sublime. It is a great great song. and always great to play.
thank you, Stephen, for your description: Louis Armstrong “…takes sadness and goes past melodramatic to the sublime…” – maybe the version of Joe Cocker is more pompous, bombastic – not really sad? Of course we do not praise my version – it was only a lifelong daily reminder for me, that we all can’t live forever – and that there will be a great sadness come to the very end …
How terrifying to have experienced that. Your wife recovered and the child was okay, I hope? I enjoyed this song–very sad, but compelling.
hi Naomi, 2 of 10,000 have this complication (sudden Haemophilia: stats: one woman dies, the other survives), that suddenly the blood keeps flowing; they poured many liters in – and they came out again for two hours (still remained: lifelong liver complications) she stayed infected by the blood transfusions; baby O.K., the baby is grown up: an architect now, aged nearly 40, two sons – but since then we all know: it all can end in minutes…
Some cases of serious hospital situations, caring for a loved one, in your memories?
Yourself in a hospital, seriously ill, once – but now outside again, surviving?
YES to both, but I am not ready to talk about either event in a public forum.
My husband love Louis Armstrong. He plays his trumpet and cornet with him on many occasions. He always plays and sings it to me when he plays his clarinet. I love the song. I want to have a New Orleans funeral. I think they have thr gith idea about death. Thanks for posting the videos … myhusband had never seen the first one … and … he is all over the You Tube looking for JAzzz. I wish we would see more musicians playing JAzz. Thanks for keeping it alive. Love this post.
Sounds like it was a frightening experience for you.
I’ve had nightmare experiences in a hospital within the last 3 years. Too many times in the hospital and too many surgeries for me. The last time in the hospital, I was in very bad shape and in excruciating pain all over my body, but they could not figure out what was wrong. I was debilitated and nonfunctional and was still sent home and told by doctors they couldn’t do any more for me. Later, I found alternative treatments that is helping to figure out what is wrong. The treatments are helping and I’m gradually improving. I’m better off now than if I hadn’t fortunately found the alternative treatments. These practitioners truly care about helping me. iI still have a long way to go. I’ve posted about some of this in another blog of mine, hopefully to heighten awareness.