Dear Neville Brothers,
This is a fan letter. I don’t know if you read these yourselves, or if someone reads them for you, but I’m sending it on anyway. Hope it gets to you.
Halloween. I’m standing in the kitchen of a friend and come across your record. Wonder about the burning gator. “Hey,” says my friend, “I got a record you need to hear.” “What’s this?” I say, holding up yours. “That’s it,” he says, pleased, and puts it on. And I listened and it sounded so much like New Orleans to me and it made me think about the train ride between New Orleans and Atlanta and Lake Pontchartrain at night, hanging over the side of the train and wondering where the tracks were. Walking through the French Quarter at 3:00 a.m. and there’s a guy playing a saxophone on the street and I think it must be a movie set, but it’s just New Orleans.
Loved your record. Hope some promoter with sense will bring you to Atlanta.
More please.
Pearl Cleage