Jambalaya the crawfish pieya or Billie gumbo.
I used to think those were the words and
Never cared enough to ever look
Them up.
I looked them up once and
You know what?
It really doesn't matter if you
Say file' instead of Beelay.
As gumbo is gumbo to your
Average K-Jun diner
Anyway.
Two three four.
I'm pretty sure it was Hank Williams
The father, not the oaf
Who sang that song or maybe
It was the Carpenters or maybe bof.
It is easy to get Hank and the sweet
Siblings confused is it not?
N'est pas, I mean, since KayJun
Is the lingo here ceci une.
Do you remember Tom Jones and
How the ladies used to throw panties
At him while he sang? If so
You are old.
I don't think they threw panties at
The Carpenters... did Richard ever
Sing or just Karen? ...a poser that.
No, no knickers lobbed at Karen.
We used to throw FOOD at her though
In hopes of making her gag or
If we were especially lucky even
Make her throw up on stage.
Jambalya indeed. Or, as Albert
Camus might have said "You can't
Create experience. You must
Undergo it." Well.
And didn't Albert suffer the slings and arrows
When he was onstage as they insulted him,
Swore at him in French. But he couldn't have
Been on stage, being a novelist by trade; Odd, that.
And if you don't eat for long enough
You will cease to experience anything
Anymore. Poor, poor Karen - she should have eaten the
Jambalaya instead of singing about it.
I'm not quite sure where this post is headed ... but it is paella ...and the jambalaya I used to eat in Houma, Louisiana (the official armpit of the state of Louisiana) did not have crawfish in it. Usually andouille sausage and chicken were used. Crawfish were reserved for etoufee' and gumbo with file', or better yet just boiled up with potatoes and corn on the cob and tossed onto newspapers covering your table. Mmmm Mmmm Good eating. No. Never met an anorexic cajun.
ReplyDeleteAs for Tom Jones - HA! I do remember him Oh Ohh Ohhh De-li-lah ....I remember Tom very well because when I was about 4 years old, my mommy told me that Tom Jones was going to be my new daddy. So I went around telling everyone who asked, "Hey poor little lost girl, who's your daddy?" and I'd tell them Tom Jones but he's very busy singing in a lot of different places.
Alas, that childhood dream (and many like it) never came to pass. BUT the very first concert I ever went to was .... yep, you guessed it, Tom Jones at the Omni in Atlanta, Georgia !! I had to be 10 or 11 at the time. And I was SHOCKED - OH MY WORD - the lacy red panties and bras and stockings being tossed onto the stage. During a particularly heated rendition of 'She's A Lady' - a pair of black lacy nothings landed and stuck onto Tom's half bared chest .... Ewwwwwwww!
This is all 100% the truth.
No lie!
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Well, this post wasn't "going anywhere" or not meant to be deeply philosophical. Sometimes I just get in the mood to meander and let my fingers try to follow where my thoughts and memories lead me. So, no ulterior motives here at all. Just what people call William Faulkner-esque "stream of consciousness" writing, though my thoughts are never as deep as his were, of course. Mostly I just start out with a little thought and end up completely somewhere else.
DeleteStill twitching with almost-contained laughter at the vision of sweaty, hairy-chested Tom Jones doing his rhythmic pelvic thrusts and ladies getting orgasmic expressions on their faces, regardless of the song being sung. But god could that guy sing.
Poor Karen Carpenter (very famous in her day) did die of anorexia. I have trouble writing about sad thoughts without making fun of them. Soub could probably explain the cigar in that one.
Mostly I only know about cajun food from my six months in Mississippi and a couple of later trips to Louisiana. Gumbo must be of the etoufee' persuasion, for me, but I wouldn't turn any of it down. I now recall the waitresses, in New Orleans, anyway, always asking which version you want, like the waitresses here ask if you want red or green chile. I don't particularly care to hear the details of what swamp some of it comes from, but Cajun food rocks.
Which Faulkner novel is your favorite?
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I can't stand any of them. Trying to sweat my way through "As I Lay Dying" now, but have only been able to endure 6 or 7 pages so far -after 6 months. I bought a "Faulkner Library" of a half dozen of his books on sale from Amazon back in the spring with the intention of plowing through him and then blogging about it. God, he sucks. Of course, I am well-known for my lack of taste or any appreciation of the finer things in life. But, if I have to read rambling idiots (probably wearing white suits) who do the same scene over and over and over with 20 different people retelling the same story, then I will have to survive without Southern culture. I really tried. Even the Democrats' speeches were more interesting. There, I've said it. The emperor has no clothes. Pillory me. Hilary me even. Anything.
DeleteHad to read "The Sound and the Fury" for my sophomore high school english class. I think my teacher was a bit ambitious. Not a book for 15/16 year old teenagers. I've toyed with the idea of reading it again now that life experience is tucked under my belt. I read "As I Lay Dying" in college for the fun of it. I'm not sure what I thought of it then. All I can say is that it did not propel me into reading any more of Faulkner's work. I was curious because you were attempting to write this post 'stream of conscious' like Faulkner. Now why would you attempt to emulate a writer you don't like ???
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DeleteI have written for a very long time. I often write stream of consciousness. I only "met" Faulkner briefly this summer for a few pages. I had heard from real writers who know about kinds of writing that that was the kind of writing that I often do. I don't think I emulated him long ago. Or now. Not a mentor. I notice in your own writings you seem to use the word "the" a lot. Like Poe. :) Maybe I shouldn't give up and shouldn't assume all his books are written the same way. Maybe I should try Sound and the Fury. But I saw it and don't want to take a chance spoiling the memory of a good movie by reading his book. :) :)
Delete"Attempting?" Hmmmmm.
My comment has one 'the' in it. Yours has 3.
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What's the difference between 'real' writers and other writers?
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So true about "the". I have a feeling you didn't miss my point, so I'll drop it.
DeleteI think the difference between me and "real" writers is readers like their writing and buy it, and they know the do's and don'ts of writing whereas I just barge ahead. I consider you and several people who visit my blogs to be real writers, even if they maybe don't sell much. I am too much of a buffoon to be mistaken for a real writer. Sad, too. Anyway, I read where writers should stop trying to sell their writing because there is just too much good writing online for free. Seth Godin or some sage said that last couple of weeks.
"Godin to authors: You have no right to make money any more"
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I haven't followed the link yet, but I will. I had a feeling you were going to cite 'monetary value' in your assessment of real writers. Come on ... real housewives of reality television are selling books. Do you truly consider them 'real' writers ??? I don't. Great writing sells. Incredibly bad writing sells. And you can find both for free on the 'net. I'm drawn more to personalities on the blogs. The fact that you write well is a bonus :) I'll work on trying to not take your challenges personally ... a defect of my character.
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It's all foreign to me.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if Tom Jones has a lingerie museum... Or a pre-owned panty store. Apparently there's a big market for them in Japan.
Just imagine how excited lingerie retailers would get when they see posters for Tom visiting their town. There'd be a boost in sales before the show, (and in sales of indelible markers, to attach names addresses, and phone numbers), then another buying surge, as knickerless women seek to reclad their nether parts.
Nether parts?
DeleteWhat happened to this comment?:
Delete"Stop it you two!
I'm trying to be nice here.
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I think I am hitting the "delete" link instead of the "reply" link below. Anyway, good luck on trying to be nice in a nasty pub blog with two INTPs. One of which drinks ale down in the cellar of the pub by himself. Right out of the keg.
Has he ever told you what Slap and Tickle means even?
Oh that comment was left over at Britishspeak and aimed at Soub and Adullamite. I'm being told that I'm being a bit too twee on your blogs... And you, Max, seem to pick apart every word I write - attempting ??? - it just fell out of my brain, a lot like 'the' does. As for where your post is headed - it seemed like a good lead in sentence at the time I wrote it but truly meant very little else.
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ps. He showed me what Slap and Tickle means :)
He showed you??? Where IS he?
DeleteI don't remember what twee means. I hope it isn't bad because I like you commenting on my blogs and I like to be challenged. A little. But you must take a little in return. Am I being too picky or defensive, you mean? I will try harder not to be.
Don't give up.
DeleteNow I remember what twee means. A. told me once. It's not good. Comes from how a child says "sweet."
DeleteApparently I am not to be too complimentary over here ??! I guess I need to work on my snark.
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Twee is fake. Affected. I don't think you were being that. Only friendly. But if it bothers him, then snark away.
DeleteCan't see the wood for the twees.
DeleteOh behave Soubry ...!!!
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I thought it was crawfish pie.
ReplyDeleteY'know, with a pastry top.
I learn something new every day.
Karen probably hated singing this song.
I don't really know if the Carpenters actually sang Jambalaya. I was googling how to spell it and her picture was there next to Hank Williams so I assumed. I suppose a more thorough blogger would have read the article. Let's just say she did sing it. Or "Big Rock Candy Mountain." Something.
DeleteLove Cajun food, not much on country music, dislike Carpenter music, have Delilah on my iTunes. That pretty much sums me up, I guess.
DeleteOh - put "Hate Faulkner" on my list of self-descriptors.
DeleteOf course I didn't mean to imply that Cajun food is better that real Mexican food made in New Mexico. Don't get the wrong idea.
DeleteNOT mexican food made in Texas. Didn't mean that. Texans think chile is brown and comes in a can. And they spell it funny, too. But then, Willie lives in Texas, so that is redeeming. Lukenbach, Texas, maybe. Under the fartbuster saloon in Lukenbach. Next to his marijuana patch. If Willie can live like he lives and still live to be this old I may live to be 200.
DeleteCrawfish pie is for the more up-market towns like Lafayette and New Orleans. Definitely not something made to eat in Houma, La. !!!
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The antidote to Tom Jones' Delilah:
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The Sensational Alex Harvey Band.
Like Byron, Alex Harvey was "Mad, bad, and dangerous to know".
At first I thought this was just going to be a bad spoof but those guys were fine. You know, I had never realized Delilah was a waltz before. I went back and watched the original 1968 Tom Jones version, and sure enough. Tom Jones, a Welshman of course, doesn't make that many appearances anymore outside of Las vegas, but he sang Delilah a few years ago at Cardiff Castle, which I watched on YouTube. He can still sing.
DeleteI didn't like Alex and his Sensations .... no surprise as Soub and I tend to cross swords over music. Give me Tom Jones any day!
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Why, why, why?
DeleteI'll bet smiling guitarist Zal Cleminson set off her coulrophobia.
You've got to admit the clown in the tight jumpsuit and the high wedge shoes was scary...
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I felt the knife in my hand and the clown laughed no mo..ore
DeleteThe clown's still alive, whereas Alex isn't. The scary thing about clowns, is that they can take off the funny boots, the mophead wig, wipe all the make-up off, and go amongst us, undetected. Oh yes, that guy right next to you, in the line at Starbucks? He might be a clown.
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Sleep tight.