New Orleans19 Comments

The Hordes

Zouxzoux

I’m tired of the knee-jerk uneducated and uniformed opinions splattered all over social media and the resulting mindless group exercise of the modern day witch hunt. Half-baked news spreads like typhoid infested waters with the pressing of Android thumbs and everybody’s an expert. And everybody’s opinion is as self-righteously correct as the texter’s before them and the millions to follow. We will show our solidarity, dammit, and you will know our view is right and true by the signs we hold up on the screens of YouTube or FaceBook or even on the network evening news because the media wouldn’t … Continue reading The Hordes

New Orleans6 Comments

Repetition Interrupted

Zouxzoux

It makes me anxious, reading your words. I’ve done my years of anxious, of constantly running three steps ahead of a fit. I threw that shit away in 2009 after my good altruistic intentions got slammed by a sledgehammer of entrenched mediocrity. And that was just in my work life. Friends come and go and I became caught up in a frenzy of mindless socializing, of running from event to event not of my choosing, hitting the streets in a dervish dance from bar to parade to fest to second line and guzzling the latest cocktail de jour or micro … Continue reading Repetition Interrupted

New Orleans2 Comments

What’s Shoes Got to do With It, Part 2

Zouxzoux

All night long she keeps one eye on the tables, one eye on the stage and her third eye on every sweaty hand that wanta creep up her skirt. Wearing a skirt’s a bad idea in a place like this but the manager says if she can’t show a little leg then he’ll show her the door and she needs the tips the sweaty ole hands drop on her tray. It’s the wee hours of the mornin’, Dixie Delicious is dancin’ up on stage with some big ole white feathers hooked to her arms, floatin’ around her head lookin’ like … Continue reading What’s Shoes Got to do With It, Part 2

New Orleans10 Comments

February 14

Zouxzoux

I don’t need to hear you say “I love you”, I want to know you do by the look in your eyes, the touch of your hand, the way you listen when I talk. I don’t need candy, flowers, diamonds or trips around the world. I only need you to be there during my darkest hours when I cover my head and wail like a lost child because life has left me bereft. I need you by my side when it counts: when the hurricane is coming, when loved ones die, when friends desert, when I fall into the biggest, … Continue reading February 14

New Orleans13 Comments

2 Worlds

Zouxzoux

The outsiders blew into town drivin just a little too fast in their fancy foreign car laughin at our roadside yard sales and our little café, Lita’s Chicken Shack, where you can get a blue plate special of turnip greens, sweet potatoes, cornbread, your choice of three meats, sweet tea and a slice of Lita’s caramel cake every Friday of your life for $5.95. They stopped and nosed around the 45’s and the LP’s thinkin we wouldn’t know a “vintage” Blues record if it hit us in the face but, truth is, we’re the ones been singin that tune since … Continue reading 2 Worlds