Finding the Lost Bayou Ramblers

 

Ramblers in the bayou. Photo by

Kalenda, the album that won Best Regional Roots Music Album at the 2018 Grammys, was the ninth release from a band that’s been around since 1999. Lost Bayou Ramblers were also Grammy nominees in 2007,  were featured in the soundtrack to “Beasts of the Southern Wild,”  and guest artists on their albums have included Scarlett Johannson and Dr. John.

 

I kinda hate that though I knew the name (and saw/loved “Beasts”), I only experienced LBR’s  actual music a few days ago. I have to thank Lafayette Travel, the region’s official tourism office, for the introduction.

So much music, so little time. I guess I knew that from my days (OK, decade) as music critic for The Arizona Daily Star;  I hate knowing it, though, and am grateful every time someone helps me discover another almost-lost-to-me musician or group.

Here is just a little window into their music.  It ends a bit abruptly (still figuring out fadeouts), but check it out.

 

Check out some additional tunes on their website. Oh, also, they’re playing at the Patchogue Theater on Long Island Feb. 16 and at National Sawdust in Brooklyn on Feb. 17 — plus numerous gigs in Louisiana, of course. You’ll find more on their site.

Please go to Jazz Fest

The lineup for New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2018 (April 27-May 6) was just released, and (as usual) I am psyched. David Byrne, Aretha Franklin, a special Tribute to Fats Domino – featuring Jerry Lee Lewis, Jack White are among the headliners. It’s not just about big-star musicians (well, OK, sorta). It’s more that, bottom line, it’s #JAZZFEST!

If you’ve been, I need say no more. But here’s the more for those who haven’t.

I have never been able to convince any of my friends to come with me to JazzFest.  OK, sure, maybe the idea of spending a long weekend away with me scares them. But more likely is that once they see photos of the giganticness of the event, masses of people, the litany of musicians in the lineup, they are turned off. One year, I almost got my husband to go; then he saw an aerial shot of the crowd, and that was that.

I understand the teeming masses turn-off. I am not  a crowd person., But at JazzFest – as at many music or other festivals where everyone shares a particular passion – the crowd is a huge (so to speak) part of the joy (especially if you get VIP tickets that come with upgraded bathroom facilities and a little section where the people per inch ratio gives you a fighting chance at breathing/seeing a stage).

Back to crowd joys, though. An example:  I’m dancing my head off in front of a band with a big crazy washboard player and a granny playing the spoons and a brass section and “zydeco” or “stompers” or “hellraisers” in the name. I’m by myself (as noted)  and sweating under a  merciless New Orleans in May sun and lots of swampish humidity, salt stinging my eyes, and everybody looking the same, like they just pulled us all out of the Mississippi. And all around me, people are  dancing: some Brooklyn-esque hipsters with bookish spectacles all fogged up and sliding down; an old married couple with their matching leather-roadmap faces close together and  steppin’ at a bayou pace;  a woman in a red insanely big self-made hat (a J.F. thing) with her face  toward the white-hot sky and a smile shaped like bliss. And I catch her eye and we smile and I realize my cheeks are beginning to smile-hurt.  And the music, the joy, the moment, and the high somehow, unbelievably, get higher.

JazzFest is like the Northern Lights: It’s something I wish/ hope everyone can experience before they die.