Coon Ass Crazy
God I love Cajun music.I listen to a lot of Cajun and Zydeco music. Those crazy coonasses down there in the swamp have spent centuries developing a completely unique style of music. The grooves are like no other, sort of like if a Jamaican drummer went to study music in France, moved to the swamps of Louisiana, had some crazy accordian player's momma put a voodoo spell on him and filled him with just enough rum to still barely be able to play. Add a crazy-good bass player, then whatever you else you can find around the bayou, like a washboard or Uncle Clifton's sax, and you've got zydeco.
But this is the best thing about Cajun music. There are only two topics they write about.
The first is drinking.
The second is eating.
A Cajun song is an invitation to head down to Layfette or Baton Rouge or New Orleans and eat some gumbo and get liquored up and party down and laissez les bon temp roullez. Either that, or it is a report on how all of that just happened last night.
Rastafarians say that Reggae is not just a style of music, it is a lifestyle and a religion.
I feel the same way about zydeco.
God I love Cajun music.
1 Comments:
How about dancing and chasing tail, the other two topics of two-step zydeco? Or does that fall under "bon temps roulez"?
While two-step chanky-chank is all about the party, downtempo waltzes are about losing beautiful blonde women, loneliness, and being unlucky in love. Not to worry, though...the singer's always about to go to the bullpen to get another beautiful blonde woman...
To wit:
Jolie blonde, regardez donc quoi t'as fait,
Tu m'as quitte pour t'en aller,
Pour T'en aller avec un autre, oui, que moi,
Quel espoir et quel avenir, mais, moi, je vais avoir?
Jolie blonde, tu m'as laisse, moi tout seul,
Pour t'en aller chez ta famille.
Si t'aurais pas ecoute tos les conseils de les autres
tu serait ici-t-avec moi aujourd 'hui
Jolie blonde, tu croyais il y avait just toi,
Il y a pas just toi dans le pays pour moi aimer.
Je peux trouver just une autre jolie blonde,
Bon Dieu sait, moi, j'ai un tas.
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