I already have to change the song I’ve been tweeting ’cause if I thought my French was bad, my Cajun is much worse. My vocabulary is probably less than that of an average two year old, so I take a lot of liberty with my translations to english in order to preserve the rhyme.

La Belle Mechant

Mon ‘tit amie, mon amour
Pourquoi tu veux casser mon coeur?
Je t’ai donné tout mon argent
les jolis bijoux et grands cadeux
Mais tu est satisfaits jamais
pas dans les nuits ou matinées
Mon amie, ma chère
Doucement, doucement avec mon coeur

Tu es la belle du bayou
‘vec les cheveux noirs et les yeux bleus
mais tu badjeule comme une ‘tit puce
jamais content, jamais douce

English Translation

Oh, my sweetheart, my love
why do you want to break my heart
I gave you all my money
pretty jewels and big gifts
But you are never satisfied
not in the mornings or the night
My sweetheart, my dear
be careful, careful with my heart

You are the belle of the bayou
with black hair and eyes of blue
But you pick and nag just like a flea
never happy, never sweet

My luck held later at the Blue Moon Saloon in Lafaytette, Roddie Romero and members of the Duhks played until the wee hours. That was straight up dance music and I had to dance again – I love the music but I’m telling you folks, I ain’t no dancer. Sunday, took a long drive back to New Orleans while listening to KRVS 88.7 cajun music Sunday.

I’m getting me a squeebox, cover your ears.

I took a ride, it was slow
it took a long time
Started out, the sun was low
the road was winding

Maybe not that my blog post was a great comment but other stuff. What a real-looking comment! Made it read it, good job spammer.

Because I made an album and still wish to sell it, I have a website. Because I can, I have a blog on that website. No one visits it. Paul said he would redesign it and I hope that helps. But I know most of the issues I face can’t be fixed by redesign.

Issues like I’m no longer in a band, I’m not creating new audio or video, I don’t have any shows coming up, I’m not recording anytime soon, my blog posts are lyrics only, I don’t spend any time or money promoting myself online in any way.

So I write lyrics on my blog and I get comments from spammers, especially in Russia. Sure, I add their IP addresses to the blocker thingy and I click the spam button – but these folks are my audience! I try to pay attention to their comments. Some of my spammers are right, I do need to redesign my navigation and get an RSS feed and all of that stuff. In the current set up, no one’s listening to my songs.

Maybe no one wants to and that’s fine but if my site is preventing people from doing it, then I should address it. And I will, when I have less work to concentrate on, which will be months from now. Keep that spam coming!

And the very best my Cajun great grandmother – Louisiana Champagne. SO I have to write a song about her. This is my tribute to New Orleans, why I don’t live there, why I still wish I did, and just in general love to my favorite American city.

Louisiana Champagne

Everybody knows that I can’t handle my liquor
Not long ago, I used to try but those days are past
Even with a name like a Bourbon Street stripper
my kind of fun don’t come by the bottle or the glass

Louisiana champagne that southern sensation
Louisiana champagne a lifetime libation
embracing the emotion, a personal devotion
to live it up the Louisiana way

I’m talkin about food that’s still worth tasting
music that makes you want to dance
If the night’s too short, the band keep’s playing
show you do it up a la Louisiane

There’s no device
That reaches out and follows through

I think that the word device might be too loaded. Thanks, Internet!

A lot of people go somewhere private to write, a lot of people write on tour busses or Home Depot aisles. I wonder how much your setting effects your work? Can a writer completely shut out what they’re taking in and keep it out of their work?

Is there trouble, you’re concerned
was there something you could have done
left a note, a trail of stones
a cautionary tale each night?

Don’t worry your head
’cause what you say goes
only so far

I am nothing like you were
when you were younger
than I am now
I saw the incident ahead
and just kept driving
on

You could have told me sooner
but I would not have heard
Blasting the stereo
Tuning out the world

Chorus: If it’s true, If it’s true
It stays so
If it’s true, If it’s true
just say so
Life doesn’t wait for us
to find the words

I never played the cowboy
I never played the cop
I’m the last to judge
where you ended up
But we’ll keep going in circles
if we don’t learn how to stop
I really want to listen
but the static’s too loud

Chorus

As it was in the beginning
so it will be in the end
We go on pretending
that this is where we live
in our hearts in our minds
in a perfect vision
but we’re nowhere near it
until we really listen

So turn around turn around
come back now
Turn around turn around
I’m right here
Life doesn’t wait for us
to find the words

What I’m reading generally influences what I’m writing and Lonesome Dove + my younger brother’s nearly preteen birthday brought up a lot of parent-teenage drama for me. Listening to Whiskeytown Strangers Almanac didn’t hurt either.

Maybe it’s time to explore the connection of the visual and songwriting. Do know anyone who uses interesting visual tools or props in their writing?

Why am I inspired? I don’t generally love classical, minimalist, experimental music, I mean to say that I like straight up melodies, pop songs, musicals, ear candy. My favortite On the Boards moment was a man with a boombox pretending to be a “Pip”, just one lonely pip dancing and singing a long with radio Gladys and the others. It was the saddest, funniest thing I’ve seen.

But Heiner Goebbels’ “Songs” had a amazing ensemble, the percussionist had ever imaginable sound maker going off back there while the keyboardist on the mac’s ultra modern “found sounds” were both haunting and elevating. In short, the sound effects rocked!

I want to collaborate again. I want someone to teach me to hear strange whistles and bells where now I only here upright piano. It’s time for me to make mac friends and make music.

Listen to House of Cards

Lyrics so far 3/6/2010
When I meet up with old friends
How are you, where you been
Stay quiet and pretend

I saw the movie, read the book
Caught the punchline, missed the hook
Built a house of cards
Then I let it fall
down

Through the park, take a walk
Feed the ducks, stop to talk
to the rainbow man*

I know it’s really hard to believe
but he’s having more fun than me
maybe it’s catching
on

I stayed at home and I traveled far
learned why the French said encore
and though it very nearly broke my heart
I’d do it again now

Cause you cannot learn without mistakes
you don’t let rain stop your parade
You face down what you’re afraid of
to find out what you’re made of
What you’re made of
What you’re made of

The “rainbow man” is a real person. His name is Otis and he wears rainbow tie dye skirts and loud shirts. He always sufi-dances in the front row of Seattle outdoor music festivals, a little local celeb. Saw him yesterday in a beige utili-kilt and black shirt. What happened? Do I change the lyric to “balloon man” “hotdog man” “black hole sun“?