summer tour
permalink | posted on Tue, May 24, 2011

Well, it's about that time, folks. Out here in quaint,peaceful Eunice Louisiana, just as the tomatoes are getting ripe in the garden and the bullfrogs are in perfect harmony it's time to climb in the van for another cajun gypsy summer. Festival, camps, concerts, and blackpots with gravy simmering, revelry of every kind-- whether you have a penchant for dancing, playing tunes, eating food or just merrymaking.The Red Stick "Hubbin It" van seems to somehow bring these things wherever it goes like a moving "fun factory." At times the van is a monster, consuming gasoline, mile after mile of asphalt, and whatever sense of stability and "normalcy" one could ever hope for. It's a prison, a bad marriage, a banishment to Siberia, and in so many words, a personal hell, containing every fear and impure psychology and given time to incubate over endless hours of mundane mind numbing highway, the best years of life ground by it's merciless gears. It's also something else. The van is possibility and promise, the van is the American Dream, cowboys riding the open expanse. The van is the howling chorus of "Born to be wild" as you pound the beat on the dashboard, the van is the railroad car from the days when trains held all the mystique and wonder of mobility told by bards and poets the likes of Woody Guthrie and Jimmie Rodgers. Hell, the van is the Millienium Falcon, containing intergalactic smugglers on the run from the empire, free and rebels till the end. Ancient Silk Road traders,bringing spices and customs from distant exotic lands.Revivalists,singing,dancing, and imploring you to "get your ass on the dance floor" or "taste dat",norse viking invaders wielding rhythms that test the very structural integrity of venues as they rain down macho upon them,circus performers "freaks" and "carnies" either too horribly disfigured to make it in society or so brilliant and talented as to never have to play the nine to five game yet knee deep in elephant shit declaring "there's no business like showbusiness"the meekest missionaries inviting all who might be lost to find themselves around the sacred hearth of the blessed chaudiere noir or blackpot (as it's known in anglo circles), gathered by the ritual of the rendering of a gravy to be shared by all who find themselves hungry for nourishment of the body and spirit, proving that you can physically taste love. And so the time is nigh. Our chariot is loaded with instruments, seasoning, camping gear, cookware, apprehension and anticipation. Rendez-vous cet été.
 
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