Nothing like opening a tap in New Orleans in July and getting second-degree burns.

Looks like there's beans and rice present, but to call what is pictured "New Orleans-style" is a travesty.

To further your thesis, remember his main teacher was James Booker, a true restless genius who would start with Chopin and end with straight barrelhouse blues. Harry isn't quite the same level, but I know he's been chasing his mentor since he was a kid.

I knew Harry in high school. During lunch, he would play in the auditorium. He was doing little jazz ('80s Catholic school boys mostly didn't care for the stuff). What I remember most were the Stevie Wonder covers-he did a great impression.

I quit with Russell when I realized he makes wig movies. The wigs are far more important than the actual acting. Or storytelling.