Like many timeless tunes, The Doobie Brothers’ “Toulouse Street” recently resurfaced in my listening rotation, instantly transporting me back to a specific time and place. While I can’t pinpoint exactly where I first heard this track from the American rock band, each listen conjures vivid memories of my older brother’s legendary “basement suite” parties.
Growing up, our basement was a raw, unfinished space – bare concrete walls and floors. My brother, with a teenager’s ingenuity, transformed a section of it into a cool hangout. He draped blankets and fabrics from the floor joists, creating a cozy den furnished with comfortable seating, rugs, and, most importantly, his prized high-fidelity stereo system and extensive record collection. I even contributed to that collection when he lived abroad in England for a while, inheriting many of his albums. The dim lighting and soft textures made it an incredibly inviting space, a world away from the rest of the house.
Upstairs, I’d often be engrossed in my own pre-teen pursuits – building model airplanes, particularly WWII aircraft, and meticulously painting camouflage patterns. Being closer to the front door, I became the de facto greeter, ushering in the stream of couples and friends arriving for my brother’s gatherings. Later, once the party was in full swing, he’d invite me to join the group. As a somewhat awkward youngster, I felt a sense of privileged inclusion, soaking in the music and the grown-up atmosphere, always feeling genuinely welcomed by these worldly figures.
Being the youngest of five, I eventually inherited the basement domain after my brothers moved out. Though I tried, I could never quite recapture the magic of those earlier gatherings. Eventually, my parents renovated the space, dividing it into a more conventional rec room and utility area. Soon after, I too embarked on my own adventures, leaving the basement suite and those memories behind.
The lyrics of “Toulouse Street” resonate deeply with this nostalgic feeling:
“I’m walkin’ in shadows, I cannot see
Faces, they smile when I fall or flee
Doors without windows all shuttered tight again
I just might pass this way again
I just might pass this way again
I just might pass this way
I just might pass this way again”
“The night she is hot, Creole girls they sing
My heart, it is pounding, my ears they ring
The spell has been cast down in New Orleans again”
“I just might pass this way again
I just might pass this way again
I just might pass this way
I just might pass this way again”
“Locked in a room down in New Orleans
My blood is a flowin’ fast
Locked in a room down in New Orleans
My blood is a flowin’ fast”
“The night she is hot, Creole girls they sing
My heart, it is pounding, my ears they ring
The spell has been cast down in New Orleans
My blood is a flowin’ fast”
“Toulouse Street,” by Pat Simmons. Lyrics retrieved from AZLyrics.
While researching the song further, I discovered a quote from its writer, Doobie Brothers guitarist and vocalist Patrick Simmons, shedding light on the song’s origins. He explained:
“Toulouse Street is a street in New Orleans and it was the last date we played on our first tour right after were released out first album. It was the first time I’d ever been in the South and this was the place that impressed me the most. I spent a lot of time down in the French quarter and a lot of time on that particular street. The South is so mysterious — I think the whole South is epitomized by [New Orleans blues, jazz, soul, R&B and funk singer-songwriter] Dr. John — and the last date of our tour made a big impression on me because I had no idea where we were going to go from there.”
This personal anecdote adds another layer to the song. “Toulouse Street” isn’t just a catchy title; it’s a real place, a street in the heart of New Orleans’ French Quarter that deeply impacted Simmons during the band’s early touring days. The song became the title track of their second album, released in 1972, solidifying its importance in their discography.
Back in my basement suite days, I wasn’t focused on deciphering song meanings. The music itself, the vibe, was enough. But now, reflecting on “Toulouse Street” in the context of its album cover – photos taken in a former New Orleans bordello – and Simmons’ explanation, the song clearly evokes the sensory richness of the French Quarter. I imagine the lyrics depicting a walk home as dawn breaks, after the nocturnal revelry of the city has subsided, shutters closing on the night’s activities. The rest of the song feels like a vivid flashback, a sensory immersion into the sights, sounds, and atmosphere of that time and place, fueled by a longing for return.
The Doobie Brothers’ “Toulouse Street” Album Cover. The album, and its title track, are deeply inspired by the atmosphere of New Orleans.
Much of the music from the early 1970s triggers basement suite memories for me, but “Toulouse Street” stands out. Beyond the nostalgia, it’s simply a beautifully crafted song. The musicianship is superb, the vocal harmonies are heavenly, and the acoustic guitar rhythm is both soothing and powerfully evocative, perfectly capturing the sensory journey the song takes you on. It’s a testament to the Doobie Brothers’ artistry and their ability to translate a specific place and feeling into a timeless musical experience.
And that’s why “Toulouse Street” is my Song of the Day. Thanks for stopping by. If you’re new to streetsounds.net, I encourage you to explore the website and delve into the index of songs/search page for over 1,075 more posts celebrating music across genres and eras.
Enjoy the official audio of “Toulouse Street” on the Doobie Brothers’ YouTube channel:
Warmly,
Steve
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