Juxtaposition 1/5/12 Photos from the edge.

Juxtaposition 8-13-2011 Lucky 'ol Crazy Sun.

Up in the mornin',

Out on the job,
I work like the devil for my pay.
I know that lucky old sun, has nothin' to do,
But roll around heaven all day.

I fuss with my woman, and toil with my kids,
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray.
I know that lucky old sun, has nothin' to do,
But roll around heaven all day.

Dear Lord above, don't you see I'm cry'in?
I got tears all in my eyes.
Why don't you send down that cloud with the silver lining,
Lift me up to Paradise.

  

New Orleans 2011 - FQF - Part Three Tuba Skinny Royal Street.

Tuba Skinny:
alls it takes is one listening to become a devotee. 

Tuba Skinny  Royal St   

French Quarter Music Festival     2011

Erica Lewis, her's is, the only name I know of.

She's the maestro

Glenn and Tommy would be proud.

Benny lives on or is it Pete or Arnie or Woody.  It sounded so good.

The Man Himself.

She reads music.

He digs music.

You just have to experience this Cat.

Tuba Skinny plays for the Police.

Tuba Skinny pulls Ferraris, Prancing, out of their stalls.

This is a video on YouTube that is quite good.

What Fresh Hell - Hayes Carll

 Just made me laugh.



WE''VE BEEN DATIN' SINCE HIGH SCHOOL
WE NEVER ONCE LEFT THIS TOWN
WE USE TO GO OUT ON THE WEEKENDS
AND WE'D DRINK 'TIL WE DROWNED
BUT NOW SHE'S ACTING FUNNY AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I THINK THAT SHE'S FOUND HER SOME OTHER MAN

SHE LEFT ME FOR JESUS AND THAT JUST AIN'T FAIR
SHE SAYS THAT HE'S PERFECT, HOW COULD I COMPARE
SHE SAYS I SHOULD FIND HIM AND I'LL KNOW PEACE AT LAST
IF I EVER FIND JESUS I'M KICKIN' HIS ASS

 SHE SHOWED ME A PICTURE
ALL I COULD DO WAS STARE
AT THAT FREAK IN HIS SANDALS
WITH HIS LONG PRETTY HAIR
THEY MUST THINK THAT I'M STUPID
OR I DONT HAVE A CLUE
I'LL BET HES A COMMIE
OR EVER WORSE YET A JEW

SHE'S GIVEN UP WHISKEY
AND AH TAKIN UP WINE
WHILE SHE PRAYS FOR HIS TROUBLES
SHE'S FORGOT ABOUT MINE
I'M A GONNA GET EVEN
I CAN'T HANDLE THE SHAME
WHY LAST TIME WE MADE LOVE
SHE EVEN CALLED OUT HIS NAME

IT COULDA BEEN CARLOS OR EVEN BILLY ORTEZ
BUT IF I EVER FIND JESUS
HE'S GONNA WISH HE WAS DEAD
AMEN

Photo of the Moment

Crayfish "et tu fay"
(AKA Crawdaddies)

1 lb cooked crayfish tails
1/4c all purpose flour
1/4 c butter
1 c finely chipped onions
1 c finely chopped celery
1/2 c finely chipped green sweet pepper
3garlic cloves, minced
1 tb butter
3/4 c water
1/2 c sliced green onion
1/4 c nnipped fresh parsley
1/2 - 3/4 tsp salt
1/4 - 1/2 tsp ground red papper (cayenne)
1/4 tsp ground black pepper
Hot cooked rice.

Cook crayfish. STOP.
In a 3 qu pan stir in flour and 1/4 c butter, till smooth, over medium high heat for 3 minutes-stirring constantly.
Reduce heat to medium, cook and stir for 7 minutes, 'til reddish brown roux is formed.
Add onion, celery, sweet pepper and garlic, cook and stir for 5 minutes more.
add 1 TB butter, stir 'til melted, stir in water, green onion, parsley, salt and both red and black pepper.
Bring to a boil, add Crayfish
Return to a Boil.
(Yeah buddy)

Simmer (what?) uncooked for 5 minutes.
Serve with hot rice, if in the south (what?) good with grits.

I will have mine with GRITS.

You have got to be kidding me.

G.R.I.T.S.
Girls Raised In The South.

Please don't call me late for supper.

What Fresh Hell?

A while back Walking Man, suggested no sappy christmas songs, I have tried to honor his request.

What Fresh Hell?

Oh, Lonesome me.
Staying with the post that over the last two days have gathered (2) TWO comments.
I offer this:

What Fresh Hell?

Soooo Like JadedJ gave me an award a while back and I just now picked it up. Pretty Cool Huh?

Thanks JJ Did not realize I was such a fine blogger.
I feel like dancing all night, let's burn the barn down




How 'bout a little more bluegrass.
Blue Yodel #8 Bill Monroe never had it so good.

nuff said

Go over to Mr. Charleston's and watch the kids.

These cats are their grand parents.

Well, ya know, back in the day.

Most have done checked out of the Waiting on Jesus Towers.

What Fresh Hell?

I was just over to JadedJ's place, jezz I can't find my knees. I could barely listen the first vid and then I had to bail. I could only think of my heritage. I'm Fifth Generation Floridian, ancestors ain't never lived north of the Mason/Dixon Line, except for a few weeks on Ellis Island , ya know, back in the day.

They hauled ass to north Carolina and continued to move south ever since. Yet I am quite proud to say I voted for the nigger prez. Hell and they say we're keeping the nigger down. Kiss my ass.

Let the Dead, bury the Dead.

My guess is this seems to be the credit roll for an oldies show, but this clip to this ol' boy, shows the stamina of Mr. Jerry Lee Lewis.

Last man standing.

Hank, Elvis, Buddy Holly, Jimi Hendix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Bill Haley, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Ike Turner, John Lennon, George Harrison, Carl Perkins, Les Paul, just to name a few.

Presidents Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Regan.

Give the man his due.

nuff said