Swamp People..

Newlafaya Dreaming......

10 years ago we had a dream of making a record that would encompass all things Louisiana that we knew.  It would be homemade, with our own money and sweat.  At no point would we compromise its integrity during the making of it and especially while selling it, which is why there are no platinum records hanging on our walls.  It was nice to see a vision take shape and enter so many people lives and see the affects our dreams had on people.  Fast forward to now, on the river back home in New Orleans, the dream is back.  So nice to have a dream.  I was beginning to feel no pulse!

One Fine Day in Cancale....

Cancale, France 2010 

Oh me, Oh Life!  I consider this nurturing my crop of melodies, breathing life into them one oyster, one whiff of the ocean, one sip of a friends laughter at a time.  

Tea with Oscar Wilde...

And alien tears will fill for him

Pity's long broken urn

For his mourners will be outcast men

And outcast always mourn...

Pere- La Chaise is the world's most visited cemetery attracting thousands of visitors to the graves of those who enhanced French life for the past 200 years. It is also the site of WWI memorials.

I always felt that we are wasting earth with our plots and monuments in stone, only to be forgotten over time.  It wasn't until I went to the Pere-La Chaise, Paris' famed cemetery, where my attitude changed.  It turned into a very special pilgrimage for us.  After many winding turns and in this city of the dead I found the resting place of the great Fredric Chopin, one of my greatest musical influences.  We came across an old gentleman there dusting off the grave and tending to the flowers.  What a beautiful feeling to be there in that silence, his melodies living inside of me.

It was nice to check kissing Oscar Wilde's grave off of my list of things to do.  Kisses left by admirers maybe not so much for his writings but maybe more for his wit and daring lifestyle.  A hero and martyr to some, Wilde embodies the original rebel.  Some say it is because he was jailed for love, and the romance of this notion is the reason for the kisses.  The flying angel headstone has been castrated twice!

Edith Piaf

Le Louvre.....

Mona was nice in person, but this guy was an asshole the whole time.

Kitchen Restoration...

1935 Old Jefferson Cottage

Cancale Oysters, Horses and Taking to the Woods...

The Oui Boys and Girls in Cancale, France Spring 2010.  We spent the day watching The Tide of Galloping Horses.  As the horses set out to the sea, the tractors rolled down to harvest the oysters.  We bought all shapes and sizes at the little striped huts for 4 euros.  Before we went up the hill to reach for the clouds, we sipped Portail wine that we had picked up earlier in the day directly from the hands that nurtured the vines.  The boats were left stranded, as if they were shipped wrecked only to be gathered up by the horses galloping in.  This was reason enough to remain suspended in the air.

Old Jefferson, Louisiana 

Louque Documents 1....

Vintage concert poster by Mac Premo 

Congrats to Mac Premo....

We had a nice time at the NY Emmy's our project winning 3 out of the 4 we were nominated for.  Good news for future projects together.  This is me and Mac Premo accepting one of the awards.  This is a long way from the stickball games we played in the east village.  Hollyhood!