Panama's Story

INTRODUCTION

My name is David Albert Francis. However, I am known in the music world as “Panama” Francis, a

name that was given to me by Roy Eldridge when I joined his band in 1939. I was born in Miami, Florida,

on December 21, 1918, four days short of becoming a Christmas present to my parents.

I must tell you that I am a stutterer. Sometime, when I get excited or try to make a point, my voice

goes up about two octaves. I come across to some people as being angry but, believe me, this [what?] is

how I get the words to flow. My facial expression might appear to you to be an angry expression. What is

happening is that I am concentrating on getting the words to come out, without interruptions.

I am sick now from twenty years of life on the board, riding on a bus for hours on end, eating

unhealthy (and sometimes unsanitary?) food, and traveling 300 to 500 miles at a time without a bathroom

break. The current health of bodies of my fellow musicians and I bear witness to the pain and suffering

we experienced on the road. I am among many, many musicians who are paying now for these deplorable

conditions on the road. We have serious health ailments that are directly attributable to what we experienced

on the road and have negatively impacted the very days of our lives when we should be reaping the benefits

of our long years of hard work. We are paying the price.