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I like to think that I have an
eclectic taste in music, that I am broad-minded. Hey, I was in college during the 1960s and
70s, man. But that is so not true.
My music education pretty much
ended in the early 1980s. Somehow I
cannot get beyond Zanadu Xanadu with Olivia
Newton John. Was it the trauma or was it Boy George?
I don’t
know, but the last 15 years or more are scarcely dotted with memorable music,
except for Whitney Houston and anything Irish music related (of course).
In recent years, I was exposed to
something called “Zydeco”. And I haven’t
been the same.
Can’t help it, my feet want to
dance. I feel the beat and the words—and
this is from a person who struggles to clap and sing at the same time. Maybe I was born down in Louisiana, stolen by pirates and brought up-river to where my folks were buying
catfish from a guy down on the levee off the ‘Ssippi.
What IS it? It is like gumbo, with every nation tossing a bit of its culture into the pot, adding lots of spice. And I like it.
Just listen, see what you think.
And that concludes this year's A to Z 2013 Challenge, on a high-note with Yodeling and a dance with Zydeco! Now, take it away......
And that concludes this year's A to Z 2013 Challenge, on a high-note with Yodeling and a dance with Zydeco! Now, take it away......



