Yeah, he was a baby all right, but he was also the hardest rockin’ new king of the zydeco. He learned to play while still in the womb and was performing in juke joints his first day out. Everyone said he must have been the reincarnation of late great Amédé Ardoin. I went to hear him down at The Teardrop in Clarksdale. Still unable to speak words, he would play a song using only his baby cries and the amazing sweet pulsations from his accordion. The dance floor would fill with the pure joy of it all. Yes, Bon Ton Roulet baby, let the good times roll.