Search Results for "chicken"

I hear some fried chicken.

I loved 3-2-1 Contact. It might have had something to do with everything for me. The show debuted in 1980, and my pursuit of science continues these many years later. Waxy Links pointed to the YouTube video of electronic musician Suzanne Ciani on the program. YouTube links to several other related videos of her, and she has her own account. The synthesizer rain sounds sent my memory into a sprint. I thought, “Fried chicken.” Then there was the sound of frying chicken. So much is stored to be brought forth with minimal prompting. I also misremembered that the segment included a scene of real frying chicken. Memory is amazing and strange.

Waxy also posted this YouTube video “Alice” made by amazing sampling. Wonderland is the related album.

For the intended person, how do you like that title?

6 Comments »

Michael M. on May 13th 2009 in General, Music, Recorded

Chicken Katrina

Looking through Katrina information, I found this post featuring this photograph of a bag of Sylvest Farms chicken. My grandmother was a Sylvest, a fairly unusual ancestry for the South. The surname was anglicized in America. Nearly all American Sylvests are related. The chicken people are my distant cousins.

Eye of the Storm, the blog, has several posts with captivating and sad photographs, such as this one with a photograph of what I think is Batch‘s church.

No Comments »

Michael M. on September 7th 2005 in General

Love that chicken

I expected “Chicken on the Plate, Family on the Side,” the recent article in The New York Times about the restaurant Watershed to be bad. I remember the lame-o articles about barbeque in the city a year or two ago. For all the knowledge of haute cuisine, the national newspaper of record generally goes afoul when writing about any food I deeply love. The article touches gently on many points that summoned pleasant memories. For as long as she was able to cook it, I ate fried chicken on nearly every visit to my grandmother’s house that I can remember. I loved it. My record, I think, was six drumsticks, probably at around age eight.

I never knew that fried chicken was considered an African-American food until college. Just about everybody I knew loved it. One time in a folklore class in college, we watched a film about an old Texas bluesman. I forgot who. He was not Lightnin’ Hopkins, but somebody who ran with him a little. My classmates giggled when the film cut to a shot of his wife cooking chicken and biscuits. I was wishing that I could have some. I never really understood why they laughed, but it made me angry and a bit embarrassed. Maybe it was a stereotype being played out before their eyes. Maybe it was the decision by the creators to include that scene. I came to see so many tiny ways that my Southern upbringing had implanted tiny differences in me, and many of them stemmed from African-American influences. For all the effort Southern culture can put onto whites and blacks to show them their separation, the world beyond, without intending, caring or even knowing the difference, can overwhelm with lessons of similarity.

The article points to the relations that crossed color lines. I came along after integration, but I still knew people with some terrible attitudes. The strange facts are how many loving relationships, flawed though they were, crossed color lines and how often the parties were overtly bigoted. While the facts do not constitute absolution, an acknowledgment of them should precede judgment. Two people so different in so many ways getting along in the still uneasy wake of the worst times does not surprise me because I have seen others forged by people hardly so kind or open.

Besides the people, the location brought back memories. Watershed is located in a converted gas station. The Golden Hushpuppy is located in one, too, and it was my favorite restaurant when I was growing up. I love fried catfish. At times, it has been my favorite food, even over fried chicken, although the current wisdom of my rapidly advancing age tells me that the only rational choice between two such enticing wonders is both. I wish I knew good catfish around here. Hatfield and McCoy’s moved out to Saint Peters. Anyway, I know well the wonders that a converted gas station can produce. In fact, I love eating in gas stations, no conversion required.

Finally, I noticed that Peacock cooks in peanut oil, partly because of his south Alabama roots. I have family around there, too. Boiled peanuts are another of my favorite foods, and they are hard to obtain in STL. My efforts to introduce friends to them have been failures. I wonder what got me so hooked that does not do the same for the people I know here. I suspect a deficiency, if not an absence, of soul. In general, I love peanuts. As far as I know, everything having to do with peanuts tastes awesome. I bet even aflatoxin, despite its bad rap, tastes good.

I am going to fix myself a little snack.

Update June 5, 2008: I noticed this old post when searching for something else. The documentary we saw was A Well Spent Life about Mance Lipscomb. Previously blogged Les Blank made it. I also happened to mention Hatfield’s and McCoy’s again recently.

No Comments »

Michael M. on July 11th 2005 in General

C, that’s the way to begin.

Just as nobody knows you better than your mother, nobody knows me better than my mother. I have been known to love me some chicken, as multiple posts attest. This one is a favorite. Earlier this week, the CD Cluck Old Hen: A Barnyard Serenade 1926-1940 from Old Hat Records arrived in the mail. I had not ordered it. Looking inside, I found that it was a surprise gift. My mother ordered it for me after reading “Collection of songs uses chickens as theme” by Scott Barretta in the Clarion-Ledger. Barretta is the main force behind Highway 61 Radio, a show on Mississippi Public Broadcasting and many Mississippi musical heritage projects.

Old Hat Records is a wonderful label, and I previously blogged about Good for What Ails You. Given the 24 tracks, I am not the only one with such an affection for the magical bird. I can only fault the omission of “Old Hen Cackle” by Coleman and Harper, also known as Two Poor Boys. Grab it from the Internet Archive. In Old Hat’s defense, the label had already put out the recording on Down in the Basement: Joe Bussard’s Treasure Trove of Vintage 78s from the collection of blogged Joe Bussard. In researching it, I found this video on YouTube of Hubby Jenkins with the favorite Carolina Chocolate Drops just tearing it up.

This American Life had several Poultry Slam episodes in the past, the most recent in 2011. I will contact the show about this marvelous collection.

No Comments »

Michael M. on February 23rd 2013 in General, Music, Recorded

MCB and NOLA

H and I made a springtime trip down to my hometown. On the way down, we snooped around Ste. Genevieve. It still has evidence of its origins as a French colonial town, and I am glad I finally saw it. I would like to spend more time. By lunch time, we had made it to Sikeston. We stopped at Lambert’s Cafe. The food was good, but their aim was off. In H’s attempt to get a throwed roll, the man sitting behind her got hit in the face twice. We also stopped at the New Madrid Historical Museum in New Madrid, Missouri. It was a little harder to reach this time because some streets in town were closed to make way for big hoses to pump water back out of the town. There were two spots along I-55 in the Bootheel where tractors had their engines connected to pumps to keep the river from completely overtaking the highway.

On the first day home, we ate at the Dinner Bell. It is well known regionally for its big lazy susans. As a native of the town, I have eaten there only two times, this time and when I was about 5 and my grandmother visited. I had excellent fried chicken. We looked around town and visited the blogged McComb Railroad Museum. The visiting exhibit is gone, but there still are some neat displays in the permanent collection.

H and I spent several hours on the nature trail at Percy Quin State Park. She really wanted to see an alligator, but we did not find any. Last time I had gone was soon after Katrina, and the trail was still in disrepair. It is passable now, but I do not think it will be completely rebuit any time soon. Having it a little wild adds to the appeal in some respects.

We had a leisurely drive down to New Orleans. I like how Hammond’s downtown has survived so well, so we drove through. I also wanted to show H how common drive through daiquiri stands are in Louisiana. Driving along the railroad tracks downtown, we spotted the Keith Davis’ Violin Shop. It is a largely one man artisan operation. We played an old fiddle or two.

We reached New Orleans in time for lunch at the Camellia Grill. I had a taste for an afternoon snowcone. We wandered for a while before finding Plum Street Snoball because the next block of Plum was closed for street construction. Being late May, a sequence of classes of small children were visiting on fun end of the year field trips. By that time, we encountered many a New Orleans visitors’ bane, the paucity of public restrooms. We ducked into PJ’s Coffee. Then we walked around the French Quarter and French Market. We stayed at the Hotel St. Marie. It was a good place recommended to me by my sister, and it was right in the heart of the Quarter. It is within a block of Bourbon Street, which is even nastier than I had recalled. Having drinks in the courtyard at Pat O’Briens was fun although the sun was blistering. We also walked down to Jackson Square and St. Louis Cathedral.

The abundance of bicycles impressed me. It is a change from previous visits, but a fitting one. New Orleans is flat, and the pace is slow. Unlike some well known cycling cities filled with slick road bikes and hip single-speed models, nearly everybody seemed to be on junky bicycles, but they do just fine. The apparent aversion to fancier equipment probably speaks both to the casual and criminal threads of the city’s fabric.

The Ogden Museum of Southern Art has great events as Ogden After Hours. We saw that a Cajun band, the Vermilionaires, would play and decided to go. The band combines members of the Lost Bayou Ramblers and Les Freres Michot. They were great. Although old-time fiddling and Cajun fiddling are quite different, several tunes included melodies I play. In one interesting turn, a French Canadian asked them in French about the connections between Acadia and Acadiana. It reminded me about hearing  Nadine Landry talk about her time in Acadiana. The museum also had a Birney Imes photography exhibition. I have known about him since high school. My friend Brad Rhines reviewed it for the NOLA Defender.

We tried Mulates for supper. I was disappointed that time. It was fun, though, to see a class of junior high students dancing to the Cajun band. Inspired by having finished the first season of Treme, we headed to Frenchmen Street for more music. We caught a great set of traditional jazz from the New Orleans Moonshiners at the Spotted Cat. We capped the night with beignets in the wee hours, the tastiest time for them, at Cafe du Monde.

The next day, we pursued more fun. We took the Algiers ferry and spent a little while walking the levee. I never realized that it was free. We walked through Jax Brewery. It had thriving shops when I last went a couple of decades ago. It is growing desolate now. We managed to take streetcars along the Riverfront, on Canal and on St. Charles, making the Jazzy Pass worth it. We decided for lunch at Slice. Unfortunately, the location closer to us was closed. We walked a little more and had a fine lunch at the other one. A friend living in New Orleans got in touch, and we ended the day visiting with him and his wife, another old friend, at Molly’s.

On the trip back, H finally got to see an alligator somewhere around the Bonnet Carré Spillway. We stopped in Hammond for supper. I have been to Murphy’s quite a few times. I decided we should try Don’s Seafood. It was great. It allowed us to see another alligator, a taxidermy monster.

The next day, we rode over to Tylertown for Bluegrass on the Creek at the Southwest Events Center. The Southwest Events Center is mostly a rodeo arena, but it served the purpose. We were hoping to find some jammers. A few fellows practicing under a shade tree turned out to be Magnolia Drive rehearsing before their show. We started our own little jam and attracted only one fellow. By chance, he had bought his fiddle from Keith Davis. We heard that the night time would bring out more jammers, but we headed home for supper. We went just over the border into Louisiana to Skinney’s, once a haven for drinking and gambling in Mississippi’s stricter days.

Too soon, it was time to head back. I did get to catch up with an old friend at Broad Street Bakery for brunch on the trip. It was a long trip back, but we made it.

Overall, it was a great trip. I caught up with family and friends, some I had not seen in quite a while. I visited many old favorite spots and shared them with H for the first time. The vacation did not come a moment too soon, but its end did.

2 Comments »

Michael M. on June 18th 2011 in General, Live, Music

Mama Josephine’s

H and I visited Mama Josephine’s, a new restaurant in the Shaw neighborhood. This review in the Riverfront Times caught H’s eye. Sauce has this review. We had good meals of fried chicken and catfish fillets. They tasted like home. The hushpuppies were really good, too. I have been hunting good ones in Saint Louis since twice blogged Hatfield and McCoy’s closed.

The restaurant sits in a newly renovated building at 4000 Shaw Boulevard on  the southwest corner with Lawrence Street. Scarlett Construction, the business of the owner’s daughter, did a great job. It is in a classic Saint Louis brick corner building. The inside is small with a nice high ceiling and a photograph of Mama Josephine herself.

Owner Mary Samuelson came out to talk at the end. We let her know that we enjoyed the food. I had read that her eponymous mother was from Louisiana, and I had a  feeling that they were home people. I asked where she was from. She said, “Louisiana,” and when I asked again, she said, “Hammond.” With more talking, it came out that the owner and I were both born in Mississippi about 9 miles apart. Given her Italian roots, I suspect that she actually has strong ties to the heavily Italian Independence, Louisiana.

The food and the experience were both great. Because it closes at 7, I do not think I can become a regular. I will give it a try, though.

No Comments »

Michael M. on August 2nd 2010 in General

More Cowboy

I revisited the blogged Atomic Cowboy Open Mic Monday night. The blogged Ryan Spearman opened up with several great songs, as usual. Then H played with her new band River Bound. Videos may be forthcoming.

I took the stage for a few songs. H recorded me with her new camera. While I never feel totally happy with these things, I still like to share. I opened with “Stagger Lee” from my favorite Mississippi John Hurt. Then I played Libba Cotten‘s “Oh Babe, It Ain’t No Lie.” With enough tragedy in place, I switched to partying with bloggedAlabama Jubilee” before closing with “Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor,” another MJH song. Here is a YouTube playlist followed by links to the individual videos and mp3s.

“Stagger Lee” (video page) (mp3)

Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.

“Oh Babe, It Ain’t No Lie” (video page) (mp3)

Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.

“Alabama Jubilee” (video page) (mp3)

Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.

“Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor” (video page) (mp3)

Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.

I used FFmpeg to extract the audio from the video files above to make mp3s. I then realized that I could do the same with my recently blogged last videos from Atomic Cowboy Open Mic. Here they are.

“Coffee Blues” audio (mp3)

Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.

“My Creole Belle” audio (mp3)

Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.


Several friends showed up after H and I announced our plans of Facebook. It was great to see them out in the audience.

A band called Chicken Little! from Nashville played later in the night. Evidently, they had played a gig the night before and decided to stick around to check out more of the city. They combined accordian and guitar in a way I had not witnessed before. The singing was the true focus, though, and they have some fine arrangements worked out.

One of my favorites was the performance of Dave Black and Colleen Williamson. He opened with a fine arrangement of “Blackberry Blossom” on nylon-stringed guitar. The real great was “Jerusalem Ridge.” He played mandolin and Colleen played hammered dulcimer. It was inspired.

Thanks to friends who were there.

No Comments »

Michael M. on April 1st 2010 in General, Live, Mine, Music, Recorded

Four games

I spent the long Thanksgiving weekend in Oxford watching four Ole Miss victories. The men’s basketball team beat the University of Central Florida. I showed up just before halftime and enjoyed seeing Ole Miss come from behind to lead at the half and maintain that lead in the second half. Saturday, they defeated Morgan State in a close one. The women’s basketball team defeated Nicholls State soundly, setting a school record for the fewest points by an opponent. Neither basketball team is predicted to be great this year. They should be fun to watch, though.

The Battle for the Golden Egg was the real treat. I had not witnessed Ole Miss football dispense such a whipping in the past. Ole Miss scored 24 in the first quarter and 7 in each subsequent quarter. State had but 37 yards of total offense. The Bulldogs entered Ole Miss territory twice. Once was an interception return. The other time State was immediately brought back onto their side of the field by a penalty. The Clarion-Ledger has extensive coverage.

It was also a good time gastronomically. Como Steakhouse never disappoints. Catfish at Ajax Diner was good. I wish we had Shipley Do-Nuts and blogged Blue Bell ice cream up here. Of course, there were big breakfasts and good turkey on Thanksgiving, too. I ran out of time before eating barbecue, blogged Taylor Grocery catfish, blogged Abner’s chicken and Big Bad Breakfast. I will return.

Ole Miss football has been down since 2003. Even early this season, it looked shaky. The team came through. Now we wait for a bowl bid. It ought to be a good one.

No Comments »

Michael M. on December 1st 2008 in General

Take our fortune

For the 4th, I took a Mississippi journey. Coincidentally, I arrived in Oxford on the day The New York Times published “A College Town Where the Streets Are Paved in Magnolia,” which Barlow linked. I dropped off my belongings and headed to the North Mississippi Hill Country Picnic. As is common with Mississippi trips, I ran into a couple of people I knew. One was while I was talking to three times blogged Bobby Rush.

Rush was walking through the crowd shaking hands and swapping stories as he often does. I told him that I had enjoyed his show here and asked him whether he had his dancers with him. He said that they were with him, but they would not be dancing. He was going to play a more stripped-down show, stripped-down in terms of the music rather than in the usual terms of the dancers. Then I asked him what he had in the box under his arm. He was selling his own CDs. I bought a copy of Raw directly from the man himself, and he autographed it for me. The next person he talked to asked him about his dancers. I imagine that nearly everybody he talked to asked him about his dancers.

Then I went up toward the stage to experience TModel Ford up close. One approach to making great music is to lose the tune in service of the drive. Ford’s playing embodies it. He often sits on a single chord repeating the same rhythmic strumming. In a live setting, he can push it further than on a recording and stretch out the songs. He was entrancing.

Ford’s latest album is Jack Daniel Time. Being far less of a wild man, I went for a snowcone after he finished. When I was in line, Stud, Ford’s 10 year old grandson and his drummer, was in front of me. I and others in line complimented him on his playing. A little later, the lady behind me said that Ford had not started playing until he was 50. Because his music is more push than technical wizardry, I can believe it, but it is still amazing.

Snowcone in hand, I headed back up to the stage for Bobby Rush. DuWayne Burnside, son of previously mentioned R. L., accompanied him. As he had said, there were no dancers. I thought he might go all acoustic. Instead, he played a Stratocaster in a style close to acoustic playing. Although he did not have his dancers up there with him, he did put on a Bobby Rush show. There were jokes and sight gags. There were stories. He told us about his tastes and predilections. More than a concert, it was entertainment in a way Boby Rush can be counted on to deliver.

Then it was Burnside time. DuWayne Burnside came back out with his band and played a great set. Burnside Exploration was scheduled. The actual lineup was Cedric Burnside with Luther and Cody Dickinson of the blogged North Mississippi Allstars and their twice blogged father James LutherJimDickinson. R. L. Burnside’s progeny continue fueling the flames.

Then the night closed with an all-star jam. Along with many of the people mentioned, Kenny Brown and many guitarists I did not recognized rotated through the jam. Not ready to go home, I wandered a little through the campground looking for more jamming. Finding only a few small ones here and there, I headed back to Oxford to sleep before another big music day.

I made a great find among the older shows of the Mississippi Arts Hour podcast (mp3), a production of the Mississippi Arts Commission, while searching for favorite Mississippi John Hurt on the web. The program features two musical passions of mine, fiddle tunes and Mississippi John Hurt. I put it on my iPod in preparation for the day ahead.

I took a stroll around the square, popped into Square Books and had the snack plate at Abner’s before heading to Avalon, listening to the podcast on the way down Highway 7. The show was hosted by native St. Louisan Larry Morrisey. I mentioned him previously when trying to track down the collection of Mississippi fiddle music Great Big Yam Potatoes, blogged once more. I guess we traded places in a way. He interviewed “Lost Jim” Ohlschmidt about Hurt and USM professor Chris Goetzen about Mississippi fiddling. Lost Jim presented a program at Hill Fire later on the day of the interview. I wish I could have gone. The show put me in the right mind for the Mississippi John Hurt Festival.

I arrived at the festival to find attendees moving from the stage into the museum, Hurt’s old house, to escape the rain. Familiar faces from last year included “Lost Jim” Ohlschmidt and Andy Cohen along with Mary Frances Hurt Wright, John Hurt’s granddaughter and leader of the Mississippi John Hurt Foundation and Art Browning, curator of the museum. We sat in Hurt’s front room with the tunes flowing as the rain beat down outside. Local journalist and historian Susie James, another attendee I met last year, wrote a story for the Greenwood Commonwealth. I wish it were available on the web. She did email me a copy along with photographs, including the ones in this post.

Some fellow kept asking me to move out of his way for camera shots. They were a crew from the BBC. Mississippi John Hurt will be featured in a series on American folk music next February. Maybe I will make it into the background of some scenes. I hope the attention helps promote the music.

Here is the BBC crew in action later in the day after the rain. Art Browning is playing on the left. Ed Levine is behind him. Tamara Grigsby and Andy Burke of Willie Mae are on the porch.

Then my new fiddle got its proper blessing. We were talking about Willie Narmour, a fiddler who was a contemporary and occasional partner of Hurt’s. Andy Cohen lit into “Carroll County Blues,” Narmour and Smith’s biggest hit, on his guitar. I rushed to grab my fiddle from the front porch. Standing in the doorway, I joined in. It was a delight. After we finished, a fellow there named Jim Minyard said that he had played with Narmour. With a little convincing, he agreed to play for us. I backed him up on guitar while he fiddled “Fraulein” in the parlor on my new fiddle.

Image yeah

Here I am, apparently a bit absorbed with something, keeping time while Ed Levine plays and Tamara Grigsby of Willie Mae looks on. The two people cut off on the right edge are Andy Cohen and Lost Jim Ohlschmidt. I bought my t-shirt from favorite hometown pianist Bobby Lounge.

The rain abated, and the picking moved to the front porch. Willie Mae played music while Andy Cohen told me some great stories as we lingered in the parlor. I decided to go outside and listen for a while. I talked to Lost Jim about the Mississippi Arts Hour that he had been on, yet had not heard. I met some new folks, too. Pete Robinson from Chattanooga and Ed Levine from New York are fine fingerpickers. Levine and Willie Mae made it to the marker dedication back in February. I sat next to Mose Allison‘s brother.

Art Browning has many great stories, too. He told us about McCain reunion that includes both black and white McCains. Many of the McCains return to Teoc for it, but John McCain has not been. As I have mentioned before, Mississippi John Hurt’s mother’s maiden name was Mary Jane McCain. He said that many of the ones who attend are successful and talented people, that there is something special about them. Later after the festival, we headed over to St. James cemetery were Hurt is buried. Along the way, he pointed to the original sites of the houses of Hurt, Willie Narmour and Shellie Smith all within walking distance of each other and the Valley store. We talked about another visit in the future when he will show me more of the sites. I had to admit that it might be a while before I have the time, but I am ready now.

My pilgrimage was a good one. It was a celebration of independence. I told a friend that I sometimes worry about following my bliss that way. I know few of my contemporary friends undertaking similar vacations of their own. The people who travel to Valley are certainly friends, but they are not my contemporaries. The trip was plain fun, and it enriched my musical interests. I do not understand how it adds up although I have little desire to subtract anything. I doubt I would even if I knew the sum.

No Comments »

Michael M. on July 16th 2008 in General, Live, Music, Recorded

Eating

Beloved Popeyes has Buffalo Nuggets for a limited time only. They approximate the wonderful and greatly missed Cajun Nuggets.

Pappy’s Smokehouse is great. It is the successor to Super Smokers. In fact, owner Mike Emerson came through Super Smokers. Here is an interview with him at Sauce Magazine. My only complaint is the sweet potato fries to the exclusion of regular fries. I do not mind that sweet potato fries are on the menu, but they should not crowd out the real thing.

Wendy’s has opened a few restaurants in the area after the collapse of local franchise several years ago. The spicy chicken sandwich is still good. The variety of Frosty products has increased in the past few years. The old Frosty is still good. Because the closest location is still out in the suburbs, I will not become a regular anytime soon, but I am glad to see the comeback in progress.

Hatfield’s and McCoy’s Get-N-Go does catfish right. I had visited the location near the airport relatively few times when it closed. The replacement that opened out in St. Peters is just too far. The new Get-N-Go is a little too far, but within range for the occasional trip.

Gelato Di Riso is good and close. The location was occupied by Ben and Jerry’s. The neighborhood traded up. With relative newcomers the Cupcakery and Companion Bakery and the established Coffee Cartel, Maryland Plaza is a dessert destination. I still want a diner.

1 Comment »

Michael M. on June 3rd 2008 in General

KFC

Barlow Farms pointed me to this article in The New York Times about Korean fried chicken. I knew I was going to be interested when the first sentence referenced personal favorite Popeyes. The Korean chicken has sauce on it, though. I have the suspicion that Korean fried chicken is better compared to wings than to real fried chicken. Nevertheless, I would like to know how Koreans fry themselves some chicken. The Korean community is Saint Louis is pretty small. My searching for a local place has turned up nothing thus far. I will keep my eyes open and my taste buds ready.

1 Comment »

Michael M. on February 21st 2007 in General

Bobby Lounge

I have a stated interested in folk music. The Mississippi Delta has received great attention, but my home is further south. I started wondering about my own area. Googling for “McComb blues” turned up a gem. The search led me to this article in the Clarion-Ledger about pianist Bobby Lounge, the stage persona of an artist in my hometown. He is not a folk musician, but it does not matter to me. He garnered considerable praise following his performance at Jazz Fest last year. He also performed several weeks after at the Louisiana Music Factory.

The press likes him. “A Beloved Funk Group Rocks Again, and a Venerable Festival Rolls On” in the The New York Times about the reunion of the Meters has a very favorable paragraph about Bobby Lounge’s performance. “Elusive musician calls Abita home” and “The Bobby Lounge buzz” in The Times-Picayune also sing his praises.

I knew where to look for a little local scoop. Searching around the hometown newspaper, the Enterprise-Journal, I found three articles about him linked here, here and here. The first tells what I already knew. Bobby Lounge comes from an educated musical family, and they love him. His father leads Dr. Jim’s One More Time Band. The second one is about his hometown performance in the wake of Katrina. The last is about his performance last week at the House of Blues. I found a post mentioning it at the blog A Frolic of My Own.

This news is exciting. I never met Bobby Lounge, but I have heard about him my whole life. I probably rode past his house hundreds, maybe thousands, of times in my childhood. I remember it because it stood out so much. He had a high solid fence in the back. It was hard to see much of what was happening in his yard. Judging from the tops of bushes above the fence, he had a jungle. The rumor I recall is that the fence went up as an alternative solution to his neighbors’ complaints about the visibly poor upkeep of his property. He often had big painted sheets and other fun objects hanging from his trees. He had porcelain art in the front. A childhood friend took art lessons from him and liked to talk about how much fun he was. My friend also talked about his lounge act. Some of the articles mention his 20 year absence from performance, and the timing fits. I heard that he had a gold lamé suit and quite a show back then. It seems that the current version is exciting, too. I ordered his CD today, and I am looking forward to listening to it.

For now, I checked out the clips available on his site. I hear mentions of familiar things. Where did Bobby Lounge reemerge after 20 years? The Popeyes Blues Tent. Evidently, Bobby Lounge loves Popeyes like I do. His words tell the same. Listen to the first lyrics in this clip from “I Remember the Night Your Trailer Burned Down.”

And sure enough, he goes hollering and screaming and crying, “I wants me some Popeyes.”

In “I Will” is the line

He won’t take your night shift down at Popeyes Fried Chicken.

Hurry up, postman.

No Comments »

Michael M. on February 8th 2006 in General, Music, Recorded

Katrina and Popeyes

A post lamenting the status of Popeyes in the aftermath of Katrina shows the love. I also found a story on PBS‘s NewsHour. Mayor of New Orleans Ray Nagin mentioned Popeyes when addressing evacuees. Watch the video. Love that chicken.

1 Comment »

Michael M. on December 21st 2005 in General

Popeyes versus Bojangles’

Don’t Bee Leave The Tripe, a post on blog Thighs Wide Shut, pits Popeyes against Bojangles’. I must warn you that the site is not safe for work. It may offend people with gentler sensibilities. A friend who went to Duke, located in the heart of Bojangles’ territory, tells me that it is great. It might be. I never lived anywhere that had one nearby. I hope to never live anywhere without a Popeyes nearby. I am an unrepentant shill for Popeyes. I must point out one inaccuracy in the post. Popeyes, although not named for him, did use Popeye the Sailor in the past. Little Nicky had it right. I hope to eat at Super Popeyes sometime when I am back down home.

From a hilarious review at Beliefnet comes this quote.

If the filmmakers sold their souls, it wasn’t to the Devil: “Little Nicky” features some of the most appallingly blatant product placements of all time: Popeyes Chicken is repeatedly upheld as a symbol of all that is right on earth, while Diet Coke shows up in heaven, and when Nicky needs to prove he can perform an act of evil, he transforms a Coke to a Pepsi. Maybe hell is a place where all the gags have been bought and paid for. Maybe we’re already there.

Popeyes is not subtle. I will give the reviewer that much. In an interview, actor Allen Covert, who played Todd, claimed that the products featured were not promotions. The daft Extra interviewer asked, “Why didn’t you pick KFC instead of Popeyes?” First, it is Kentucky Fried Chicken no matter what some marketroids say. Second, Popeyes is awesome.

3 Comments »

Michael M. on June 6th 2005 in General

Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 United States
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 United States.