For about the last hour or two, I have been looking at Cajun music videos. One time I had a great Cajun cd and as usual when you are raising a family, cds tend to disappear because children think everything is free until they have to pay for it. They will somehow lose your cd for you. Today, people have 6,000 songs on their ipods or whatever device that is now in vogue. In my day we had 45 rpm records then later LP albums. I had thousands of them. The value of those vinyl pieces was high to me. So now we have youtube and tons of music, lessons, opinions and whatever! This is overwhelming to the common person, least I think so, especially if you start looking through all of them. Mind boggling. Perhaps the snakes in the FCC here in the Steaks can regulate all this stuff for us so we commoners can understand what it is they want? There is a bumper sticker occasionally seen, “Beef Won the West” that has a lot of truth in it, cattle drovers diving herds to the railhead in Kansas City or elsewhere, open range [good movie], free graze. Some might say it was gold in them thar hills, but really you can’t eat gold. Not everybody can have gold, BUT most anybody here can have a steak. Beef.
This Serenade started by looking for “girl singers” but soon moved on and suddenly intuitively on Youtube pops up Cajun music. This music originates with French descendents to the New World, whose ancestors settled Lousiana way back when, in the steak of Louisiana here in the United Steaks of America. And I like it but do believe it is better heard live with some two stepping shaking bodies nearby. Let’s do some Cajun:Feufollet hey, I don’t understand any of the lyrics either! But I can dig it, especially if I had been there…
The Pine Leaf Boys
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a change of pace. Turn it up “Killing Him” and this one though I hope nobody got killed in that last one! “Changed the Locks”
Whew!! I think I need to move at least for a while to the snake & spider infested regions of our 56th and 57th steaks! I’m on the next freighter headed your way and I’m gonna teach you how to catch one of those big snakes. Ain’t kiddin’! Look, y’all try your best to hang in there. Know you can’t. Love ya, see y’all next time, Southern.
