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Every day was like parole before the levees overflowed; I refuse to think it could all just disappear (I refuse to think)
How long before the street car rattles down St. Charles Avenue and beads swing from two hundred year old trees
How long before they walk down long Lake Pontchartrain with the smell of just magnolia on the breeze
Yeah I've seen people laughing all the way down to the cemeteries just to send another soul off on its way
Yeah I've seen them dance right up to the edge of it
But this time their gonna dance back from the grave
Dance back
Dance back
Dance back
Dance back from the grave
Well a thousand souls crossed over and they were greeted by an all-star band
And while the saints go marching in there's still hell to pay back down in Dixie Land
Yeah the storms are headed south again and the hour's getting pretty late
Somebody better build that levee its already Mardi Gras at heavens gate (yeah)
Dance back
Dance back
Dance back
Dance back from the grave
Dance back
Dance back
Get your tambourines, slide trombones
And dance back from the grave
Oh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
So don't shed a tear for them tonight as they circle and swoop and promenade
They're just carrying their torches and marching in a heavenly parade
No don't shed a tear but take their cue there's only one thing left to do in the name of every soul we didn't save
From the ninth ward to the quarter to the Mississippi border dance back from the grave
Dance back
Dance back
Dance back
Dance back from the grave
Dance back
Dance back
Get your tambourines, slide trombones
And dance back from the grave
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Get your tambourines, slide trombones
And dance back from the grave
So you just like it then?
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true. but clint you gotta know that clint loves the jazz in nola. and tipitinas for non freak show or the marsalis club. the place has serous class too. never underestimate new orleans underbelly of good taste. not everything is deep fried. but man, did they ever get screwed over!
Businessgypsy wrote:
Um, nope. Marc Cohn is a very professional artist, and this song is a well crafted vignette sanitized for your protection - but it's another installment in his travelogue 'O songs schtick along with "Walking in Memphis". No real New Orleans cred here except a borrowed idea that is calculated to draw on a few heartstrings from an artist of the, ah..Northern persuasion. Nothing wrong with that, and the interest is appreciated - especially if it does some good. Not to be confused with the actual article, however.
So, if you're thinking this is NOLA goodness, you've been away way too long. I can fix that! Come with me and my crappy iPhone camera down to the Marigny* for Carnival Day 2010. Just watch where you're steppin'.
*Most of the national coverage of Mardi Gras centers on the big night time float parades of the super krewes (like Bacchus) that have celebrity Kings and Queens, or the drunk frat boy noise on Bourbon Street. All of that has its charms, but for me the real carnival happens in the neighborhoods. From families that spend months on elaborate costumes themed around an inside joke to drag queens in architectural juggernauts, the folks who live in New Orleans' more creative neighborhoods come out in force on Mardi Gras day. The tourists have pretty much gone home, and the music, food, drink and fun happen on the street level. Krewes range from small batches of friends (like the Skeleton Krewe) to pretty large groups (such as St. Anne's and the St. Anthony Ramblers). Some costumes are political, some sweet. There are risqué getups and really bad visual puns. Babies and grannies, the überhip and Buddy from down Kerlerec Street all meet for a day of fun that unites everybody in the pursuit of happiness.
Although primarily shot in the Marigny, there are some scenes around St.Charles Cathedral in Jackson Square and a few from the gay end of Bourbon to showcase the insane costumes featured in the Bourbon Street Awards. Contestants this year portrayed the New Orleans Opera House on fire and the gone-but-not-forgotten K&B Drug Store chain. Can't imagine why the army wouldn't want someone that can engineer something that elaborate and carry it around all day. The opening shot is of garbage on Bourbon Street - exactly why I avoid that area generally. If there seems to be an emphasis on beautiful women, there is. My hair may be gray, but I still have parts that are stuck on 18.
I think the guy in the Napoleon Bonaparte costume (complete with shackles) playing guitar in front of the Cabildo is Alex Chilton. Amazing musician and normally a recluse (sadly, Alex died in NOLA on St. Patrick's day after this. I hadn't seen him in the street in years, thought the weight gain possible. Great player and clever songs, but not Alex). The sign for Hove Parfumeur marks the shop that inspired Tom Robbin's wonderful Jitterbug Perfumenovel. Keep a look out for people dressed as crashing Toyotas, Ray Nagin's fear-mongering Shadow Government, St. Sebastian (who was martyred from arrow wounds), Pee-Wee's Playhouse, the crew of the Minnow, freaky tiny horses, a sidewalk squid and every Saints theme imaginable. The line for drinks in front of the R Bar (8am) is a little unusual. There's also a very good object lesson on why you shouldn't try to drive a car down Frenchmen Street on Mardi Gras Day. Brad and Angelina are in there somewhere, but enjoying anonymity like everyone else.
Cynaera wrote:
Thank you for this - there are a LOT of very interesting, eye-catching, sad, amusing and poignant pictures in your gallery. And your descriptions and observations are incredibly articulate and astute. Mardi Gras for someone in a western landlocked state (uh, that'd be me) is puzzling at best, and at worst, frightening. I think I get it now - at least, in part. There's an expression called "whistling in the dark" which refers to making noise to scare away whatever big, scary monsters might be lurking in one's path. Somehow, Mardi Gras is like that - people dancing, dressing up, drinking, laughing, and throwing caution to the winds for a brief time. They know what's "out there," and it's as if they're daring the darkness to do its worst. They know they're survivors, and they rejoice in that knowledge. Maybe there's also a little birdie-flip to the Big Guy.
The spirit, heart and soul of Louisiana just makes me choke up. Maybe I have it all wrong... But thank you for sharing YOUR Louisiana with us, Businessgypsy. (Note to self: Go there before you die!)
to my ear he does have a Knopfler-Costello weirdness to his voice Peace folks
Let's hear the story about YOUR musical greatness.....? I bet you're all a bunch of basement guitar hero wannabees who've never set foot on a stage.
good point..
My, my, we do have a bit of a THING about "rules", don't we? Music is art, and the best artists BREAK the rules. If you want rules, go do your taxes.
good point...
How 'bout Mark Knopfler meets Elvis Costello.
Whoa....that's deep.....
How 'bout Mark Knopfler meets Elvis Costello.
I responded to someone who compared this guys music to Waits. So, yeah, your ability to parse comments is flawed. People keep saying "You have to understand New Orleans". I am pretty sure I do understand and it is pathetic.
Got the levy built yet? You've been discussing it since 1890.
Oh yeah, that's right you need someone else to pay for it because you have ghosts dancing to jazz in the streets.
Pathetic.
Your comment sir offends me, your ignorance of the suffering that occurred after Katrina is pathetic. Oh, for you information it is the responsibility of the federal government to build/maintain the levy's that exist in this country. As someone pointed out to me, if Louisiana was it's own country and charged for all of it's natural resources, it would be one of the richest countries in the world and the levy problem would not exist.
Businessgypsy wrote:
Um, nope. Marc Cohn is a very professional artist, and this song is a well crafted vignette sanitized for your protection - but it's another installment in his travelogue 'O songs schtick along with "Walking in Memphis". No real New Orleans cred here except a borrowed idea that is calculated to draw on a few heartstrings from an artist of the, ah..Northern persuasion. Nothing wrong with that, and the interest is appreciated - especially if it does some good. Not to be confused with the actual article, however.
So, if you're thinking this is NOLA goodness, you've been away way too long. I can fix that! Come with me and my crappy iPhone camera down to the Marigny* for Carnival Day 2010. Just watch where you're steppin'.
*Most of the national coverage of Mardi Gras centers on the big night time float parades of the super krewes (like Bacchus) that have celebrity Kings and Queens, or the drunk frat boy noise on Bourbon Street. All of that has its charms, but for me the real carnival happens in the neighborhoods. From families that spend months on elaborate costumes themed around an inside joke to drag queens in architectural juggernauts, the folks who live in New Orleans' more creative neighborhoods come out in force on Mardi Gras day. The tourists have pretty much gone home, and the music, food, drink and fun happen on the street level. Krewes range from small batches of friends (like the Skeleton Krewe) to pretty large groups (such as St. Anne's and the St. Anthony Ramblers). Some costumes are political, some sweet. There are risqué getups and really bad visual puns. Babies and grannies, the überhip and Buddy from down Kerlerec Street all meet for a day of fun that unites everybody in the pursuit of happiness.
Although primarily shot in the Marigny, there are some scenes around St.Charles Cathedral in Jackson Square and a few from the gay end of Bourbon to showcase the insane costumes featured in the Bourbon Street Awards. Contestants this year portrayed the New Orleans Opera House on fire and the gone-but-not-forgotten K&B Drug Store chain. Can't imagine why the army wouldn't want someone that can engineer something that elaborate and carry it around all day. The opening shot is of garbage on Bourbon Street - exactly why I avoid that area generally. If there seems to be an emphasis on beautiful women, there is. My hair may be gray, but I still have parts that are stuck on 18.
I think the guy in the Napoleon Bonaparte costume (complete with shackles) playing guitar in front of the Cabildo is Alex Chilton. Amazing musician and normally a recluse (sadly, Alex died in NOLA on St. Patrick's day after this. I hadn't seen him in the street in years, thought the weight gain possible. Great player and clever songs, but not Alex). The sign for Hove Parfumeur marks the shop that inspired Tom Robbin's wonderful Jitterbug Perfume novel. Keep a look out for people dressed as crashing Toyotas, Ray Nagin's fear-mongering Shadow Government, St. Sebastian (who was martyred from arrow wounds), Pee-Wee's Playhouse, the crew of the Minnow, freaky tiny horses, a sidewalk squid and every Saints theme imaginable. The line for drinks in front of the R Bar (8am) is a little unusual. There's also a very good object lesson on why you shouldn't try to drive a car down Frenchmen Street on Mardi Gras Day. Brad and Angelina are in there somewhere, but enjoying anonymity like everyone else.
Um, nope. Marc Cohn is a very professional artist, and this song is a well crafted vignette sanitized for your protection - but it's another installment in his travelogue 'O songs schtick along with "Walking in Memphis". No real New Orleans cred here except a borrowed idea that is calculated to draw on a few heartstrings from an artist of the, ah..Northern persuasion. Nothing wrong with that, and the interest is appreciated - especially if it does some good. Not to be confused with the actual article, however.
So, if you're thinking this is NOLA goodness, you've been away way too long. I can fix that! Come with me and my crappy iPhone camera down to the Marigny* for Carnival Day 2010. Just watch where you're steppin'.
*Most of the national coverage of Mardi Gras centers on the big night time float parades of the super krewes (like Bacchus) that have celebrity Kings and Queens, or the drunk frat boy noise on Bourbon Street. All of that has its charms, but for me the real carnival happens in the neighborhoods. From families that spend months on elaborate costumes themed around an inside joke to drag queens in architectural juggernauts, the folks who live in New Orleans' more creative neighborhoods come out in force on Mardi Gras day. The tourists have pretty much gone home, and the music, food, drink and fun happen on the street level. Krewes range from small batches of friends (like the Skeleton Krewe) to pretty large groups (such as St. Anne's and the St. Anthony Ramblers). Some costumes are political, some sweet. There are risqué getups and really bad visual puns. Babies and grannies, the überhip and Buddy from down Kerlerec Street all meet for a day of fun that unites everybody in the pursuit of happiness.
Although primarily shot in the Marigny, there are some scenes around St.Charles Cathedral in Jackson Square and a few from the gay end of Bourbon to showcase the insane costumes featured in the Bourbon Street Awards. Contestants this year portrayed the New Orleans Opera House on fire and the gone-but-not-forgotten K&B Drug Store chain. Can't imagine why the army wouldn't want someone that can engineer something that elaborate and carry it around all day. The opening shot is of garbage on Bourbon Street - exactly why I avoid that area generally. If there seems to be an emphasis on beautiful women, there is. My hair may be gray, but I still have parts that are stuck on 18.
I think the guy in the Napoleon Bonaparte costume (complete with shackles) playing guitar in front of the Cabildo is Alex Chilton. Amazing musician and normally a recluse (sadly, Alex died in NOLA on St. Patrick's day after this. I hadn't seen him in the street in years, thought the weight gain possible. Great player and clever songs, but not Alex). The sign for Hove Parfumeur marks the shop that inspired Tom Robbin's wonderful Jitterbug Perfume novel. Keep a look out for people dressed as crashing Toyotas, Ray Nagin's fear-mongering Shadow Government, St. Sebastian (who was martyred from arrow wounds), Pee-Wee's Playhouse, the crew of the Minnow, freaky tiny horses, a sidewalk squid and every Saints theme imaginable. The line for drinks in front of the R Bar (8am) is a little unusual. There's also a very good object lesson on why you shouldn't try to drive a car down Frenchmen Street on Mardi Gras Day. Brad and Angelina are in there somewhere, but enjoying anonymity like everyone else.
Thank you for this - there are a LOT of very interesting, eye-catching, sad, amusing and poignant pictures in your gallery. And your descriptions and observations are incredibly articulate and astute. Mardi Gras for someone in a western landlocked state (uh, that'd be me) is puzzling at best, and at worst, frightening. I think I get it now - at least, in part. There's an expression called "whistling in the dark" which refers to making noise to scare away whatever big, scary monsters might be lurking in one's path. Somehow, Mardi Gras is like that - people dancing, dressing up, drinking, laughing, and throwing caution to the winds for a brief time. They know what's "out there," and it's as if they're daring the darkness to do its worst. They know they're survivors, and they rejoice in that knowledge. Maybe there's also a little birdie-flip to the Big Guy.
The spirit, heart and soul of Louisiana just makes me choke up. Maybe I have it all wrong... But thank you for sharing YOUR Louisiana with us, Businessgypsy. (Note to self: Go there before you die!)
Got the levy built yet? You've been discussing it since 1890.
Oh yeah, that's right you need someone else to pay for it ...
Yeah, just like your dams, highways, and all the levys from Cairo, IL to Venice, LA. We all pay for all our collective infrastructure.
It's about the music.
Um, nope. Marc Cohn is a very professional artist, and this song is a well crafted vignette sanitized for your protection - but it's another installment in his travelogue 'O songs schtick along with "Walking in Memphis". No real New Orleans cred here except a borrowed idea that is calculated to draw on a few heartstrings from an artist of the, ah..Northern persuasion. Nothing wrong with that, and the interest is appreciated - especially if it does some good. Not to be confused with the actual article, however.
So, if you're thinking this is NOLA goodness, you've been away way too long. I can fix that! Come with me and my crappy iPhone camera down to the Marigny* for Carnival Day 2010. Just watch where you're steppin'.
*Most of the national coverage of Mardi Gras centers on the big night time float parades of the super krewes (like Bacchus) that have celebrity Kings and Queens, or the drunk frat boy noise on Bourbon Street. All of that has its charms, but for me the real carnival happens in the neighborhoods. From families that spend months on elaborate costumes themed around an inside joke to drag queens in architectural juggernauts, the folks who live in New Orleans' more creative neighborhoods come out in force on Mardi Gras day. The tourists have pretty much gone home, and the music, food, drink and fun happen on the street level. Krewes range from small batches of friends (like the Skeleton Krewe) to pretty large groups (such as St. Anne's and the St. Anthony Ramblers). Some costumes are political, some sweet. There are risqué getups and really bad visual puns. Babies and grannies, the überhip and Buddy from down Kerlerec Street all meet for a day of fun that unites everybody in the pursuit of happiness.
Although primarily shot in the Marigny, there are some scenes around St.Charles Cathedral in Jackson Square and a few from the gay end of Bourbon to showcase the insane costumes featured in the Bourbon Street Awards. Contestants this year portrayed the New Orleans Opera House on fire and the gone-but-not-forgotten K&B Drug Store chain. Can't imagine why the army wouldn't want someone that can engineer something that elaborate and carry it around all day. The opening shot is of garbage on Bourbon Street - exactly why I avoid that area generally. If there seems to be an emphasis on beautiful women, there is. My hair may be gray, but I still have parts that are stuck on 18.
I think the guy in the Napoleon Bonaparte costume (complete with shackles) playing guitar in front of the Cabildo is Alex Chilton. Amazing musician and normally a recluse (sadly, Alex died in NOLA on St. Patrick's day after this. I hadn't seen him in the street in years, thought the weight gain possible. Great player and clever songs, but not Alex). The sign for Hove Parfumeur marks the shop that inspired Tom Robbin's wonderful Jitterbug Perfume novel. Keep a look out for people dressed as crashing Toyotas, Ray Nagin's fear-mongering Shadow Government, St. Sebastian (who was martyred from arrow wounds), Pee-Wee's Playhouse, the crew of the Minnow, freaky tiny horses, a sidewalk squid and every Saints theme imaginable. The line for drinks in front of the R Bar (8am) is a little unusual. There's also a very good object lesson on why you shouldn't try to drive a car down Frenchmen Street on Mardi Gras Day. Brad and Angelina are in there somewhere, but enjoying anonymity like everyone else.
I responded to someone who compared this guys music to Waits. So, yeah, your ability to parse comments is flawed. People keep saying "You have to understand New Orleans". I am pretty sure I do understand and it is pathetic.
Got the levy built yet? You've been discussing it since 1890.
Oh yeah, that's right you need someone else to pay for it because you have ghosts dancing to jazz in the streets.
Pathetic.
Oops, guilty of what I just yelled at someone else for. My apologies.
I responded to someone who compared this guys music to Waits. So, yeah, your ability to parse comments is flawed. People keep saying "You have to understand New Orleans". I am pretty sure I do understand and it is pathetic.
Got the levy built yet? You've been discussing it since 1890.
Oh yeah, that's right you need someone else to pay for it because you have ghosts dancing to jazz in the streets.
Pathetic.
Please folks, support your favorite charities with an extra bit of positive outlook for the New Year!
If you compare this to Waits...... your more than odd. You're an idiot..... ouch! yeah I heard dat... I hope it hurt.
I guess you have to love New Orleans to really get this, and no this is not like the crap
Tom Waits puts out.
Guy couldn't hold Waits jockstrap for lyrics and yeah I get the cheesy NO bent thought. He must've spent a lot of time attempting to sound just like Jagger and failing.
Chris Rea...Texas!
I guess you have to love New Orleans to really get this, and no this is not like the crap
Tom Waits puts out.
I used to wake up every morning saying I must be getting away with something here
Every day was like parole before the levies overflowed; I refuse to think it could all just disappear (I refuse to think)
Is there a long, 5 second dead-air pause after 'think' or was that a network glitch? :) Nice either way.
How about skipping the poseur and going straight for more actual blues?
Yes it does, but considering the cheesy songs Marc Cohn has done (particularly "True Companion"), this is not too bad. It is, however, obvious that his choices of subject matter and production techniques were more than inspired by Tom Waits' "Rain Dogs" album.
Too true, ThePoose.
I was just about to post "Taste back," but "tastes bad" is even better.
And I swear, I'd give this a 7 if he actually sounded like he was singing "Dance back."
Yep
It was a negative event!
No don't shed a tear but take their cue
there's only one thing left to do
in the name of every soul we didn't save
From the ninth ward to the quarter to the Mississippi
Dance back from the grave.
I like everything about this song, the trenchant lyrics, the music, the horns, the spoken parts and the singer's obvious anger. I like the album cover too.
It was a negative event!
No don't shed a tear but take their cue
there's only one thing left to do
in the name of every soul we didn't save
From the ninth ward to the quarter to the Mississippi
Dance back from the grave.
As the song is about a Jazz Funeral (A fine way to send off the departed BTW), and said funerals use a horn section to play a dirge on the way to the grave site, then play a jammin' tune to celebrate afterward, I would expect horns to be more prominent than they are.
I don't think he is a 'poser' so much as a 'wanna-be'. Like his 'Walkin' in Memphis': he is not of the town, but loves its spirit, and wants to be as much a part of it as he can. I do not think he pretends to be the real deal: he loves the place and wants to show it.
To use the band you mentioned, I think if he was at a DDBB show he'd be in the front row showin' props to the real men of New Orleans. Plus I think the Dozen would invite him up on the stage to sit in, maybe do this tune for an encore or something.
I'm liking this song more and more, actually. No, of course it's not real New Orleans music, and Mr. Cohn is well aware of it.
Now, Sonny Landreth and his new 'Blue Tarp Blues', that's a different story. Joe Bob says check it out...
c.
yes and yes, sort of. he was shot in the head during an attempted carjacking. the bullet didn't enter his brain.
he was born in cleveland.
Sorry about the Cleveland bit. (Apologies; I just couldn't resist.)
yes and yes, sort of. he was shot in the head during an attempted carjacking. the bullet didn't enter his brain.
he was born in cleveland.
Greetings from Bavaria to all the liseners outside. Stay safe!