Rock ‘N’ Soul Monday, Jun 30 2008 

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I have gone on and on in this blog about my many experiences at The Rock N Bowl. As anyone who knows me knows, it holds a very special place in my heart. Furthermore, I still think it’s one of the best party stops in New Orleans. My friday experience proves my point is still correct.

The TNSAPC headed to Rock N Bowl on Friday night. It’s a rare opportunity that I have a Friday night off, so celebration is always required on these particular nights. Kermit Ruffins had the show that night at Rock ‘N’ Bowl. Now Kermit is a new favorite of mine…his birthday party at HOB is a staple of The Mixed Nuts Christmas season (we plan our Christmas party around his birthday concert). He also has one of my new songs of the moment: “When I die, you’d better second line.” The name alone is worth an itunes download.

Not to bore you with details, but a great cast of characters showed up and it was a fantastic evening with everyone there.

Towards the end of the evening, after a few hours of bowling (since when do I actually Bowl at Rock N Bowl?), we were all on the dance floor second-lining with the band, when Kermit announced: “CMON, YALL, LETS DO A SOUL TRAIN…”

For those of you who don’t know what a SOUL TRAIN is…it’s both a bad TV show from the late 70s and a dance where the guys get on one side of the room, the girls on the other…they match up and dance together down the middle of these two rows of people. But ya gotta put a little soul in your step, or some lady is gonna pounce you.

My turn to the front of the line, I find my partner is a 50 plus year old african-american woman. My first thought was “I don’t know if I am man enough for this.” I put my dancin face on and proceeded to the middle of the dance floor. This woman then began her dance by making the sign of the cross and then pointed to her crotch….

I couldn’t make that up if I tried. I didn’t know whether to laugh out loud (which I did) or run for cover. That is what I get for trying to go out to Marie Laveau’s grave last week.

The very soulful black lady really believed that rhythm extended from the knees. Her legs were shaking like someone threw her in a veggie chopper. At one point, I thought she actually levitated off the ground. She also had the butt-jiggle down, which is something that I have always wanted to master. I paused for a second and a half (that seem to run in slow motion) to see exactly what muscles she was using to shake her rump. Upon careful re-examination of the evening’s events, I believe that a true booty shaking should come from the hip muscles with an over-exaggeration of the legs (which I commented on earlier)…I mean this woman’s legs were going at a crazy rate.

The whole event was 30 seconds long, but I learned a lifetime of experiences. I will share them with you now.

1.) No matter how white you are, don’t ever be afraid to dance with an older black lady. You will learn a few things.
2.) John Blancer and Keith Richards cannot be killed by conventional means.
3.) Always make the sign of the cross before partaking in a SOUL TRAIN.

That’s how we dooze it.
FOURTH OF JULY this week.
I promise you a very interesting blog at the end of next weekend…

The St. John’s Eve Almost Tuesday, Jun 24 2008 

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Above is a picture of Marie Laveau, Voodoo Queen Of New Orleans

One of my favorite people in the entire world is Catherine Gretchen. She is one of the most authentic New Orleans Ladies that I’ve ever known. LaRoux probably wrote the song about her. She’s got what a lot of people wish they had…soul. She understands what it means to live in (and away from) New Orleans. She understands the soul of the city. She can hear the heartbeat. Cat is also a devout Catholic.

it’s safe to say, there’s not too many people cooler than Catherine Gretchen.

Talking with her one evening via the computer, we both realized that tonight (June 23rd) is ST. JOHN’S EVE. Now, for those of you who are not well-versed in your counter-culture literature, St. John’s Eve is a celebration of Christ’s elder cousin, John the Baptist. This feast day dates back for years…and took the place of a pagan day of worship (thank you, Wikepedia!). The TRUE significance of this day is it is THE day for those in the Hoodoo religion, or as many call the practice…Voodoo.

The most famous of the Voodoo Queens of New Orleans was Marie Laveau. She is the personified image of New Orleans Voodoo and is still worshiped by many followers today at her grave site in historic St. Louis Cemetery #1. While it’s often a tourist spot, true followers of the voodoo religion offer sacrifices at her grave site throughout the year…

Now, if there is one person on this Earth that is crazy enough to go out to St. Louis #1 at midnight, if there is one person who loves the true soul of this city so much to do something so wild, if THERE IS ONE PERSON who could pull this off….

It’s Cat Gretchen.

So, how do you ask this question? I mean, do you just come out and say “hey, what’s up? Do you want to go out to St. Louis Cemetery to Marie Laveau’s grave at midnight with all of these crazy dancers?”

yep.

It’s hard to read people through AOL IM. Most people.

But not Cat Gretchen.

Coming right out and asking such a mysteriously stupid question, I thought it might take a minute to set in. So while I waited to see what she said, I took the liberty of looking up a few things that I thought I’d share with you right now about Voodoo, New Orleans, and John The Conquer Root

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From PrarieGhosts.com:

The study of ghostly tales or strangeness in New Orleans would be complete without mention of Marie Laveau, the unchallenged “Queen of Voodoo” in New Orleans. This mystical religion is as big a part of New Orleans as jazz, Cajun food and Mardi Gras.
Before you start thinking that Voodoo is something of the past however, the reader should be aware that the religion is as alive today as it was in the days of Marie Laveau. On a recent trip to New Orleans, I visited no less than 4 Voodoo shops and a Voodoo museum, plus visited with three different Voodoo priestesses! But there has been no practitioner of Voodoo greater than Marie Laveau and no look at the religion in New Orleans would be complete without a mysterious glimpse of the woman who made it so famous.
And at the ghostly tales which keep her memory alive today…..

VOODOO!

The actual religion of Voodoo, or “Voudon”, originated from the ancient practices of Africa. Voodoo came about most likely in Santo Domingo (modern day Haiti) where slaves devoted rituals to the power of nature and the spirits of the dead. The term “voodoo” was probably adapted from the African Fon spirit, “vodu”.
For many enslaved Africans, such spiritual traditions provided a means of emotional and spiritual resistance to the hardships of life. In time, slaves from the Caribbean were brought to New Orleans and they brought Voodoo with them.

The first reference to Voodoo in official documents came in 1782 during the Spanish regime in New Orleans. In a document which tells of imports to the colony, Governor Galvez states “these Negroes are too much given to voodooism and make the lives of the citizens unsafe”. He made an attempt to ban the importation of slaves for a brief time… and its likely he felt he had a good reason.
In both 1791 and 1804, a series of slave revolts rocked Haiti. The revolts were based around the practice of Voodoo and they ended with the French being expulsed from the island. Many of the French were able to escape to New Orleans and many of them brought their slaves with them. Now, New Orleans had not only additional Voodoo practicing slaves, but rebellious ones as well.
From the very beginning of the New Orleans colony in 1718, the white colonists had gotten trouble from the beliefs of their black slaves. Shiploads of slaves came through the city on a regular basis and were bought and sold for manual labor and household work. Hundreds and hundreds were brought to America from Africa, packed into ships and treated like animals.

The stories tell of a slave farm near New Orleans where the Africans were kept until they were either tamed or killed. They were taught to work and farm and many of them were then brought into the city for auction or sold to individual owners.
These slaves, most of whom spoke no French, had brought with them their religions and beliefs from Africa and Haiti, but soon learned that they were forbidden to practice their own religions by their masters.
Many of them were baptized into the Catholic church and later, the use of these Catholic icons would play a major role in their new religion of Voodoo. These icons would take their place in the Voodoo hierarchy and be worshipped as if they were praying to the God of the Catholic church.
Many of the Catholic saints would become “stand-in’s” for important Voodoo deities and if you go into a Voodoo shop today, you will see statues, candles and icons depicting various Catholic images. There are in fact, Voodoo symbols as well.
Soon after the introduction of the African slaves to New Orleans, Voodoo began to play a major part in the traditions, and fears, of the general populace. It was not long before the white colonists also began to hear of it and to feel its power. By the end of the century, Voodoo was firmly entrenched in the culture of New Orleans.

The religion was practiced by the slaves and the free blacks as well and so strong was the power held by the upper echelons of the religion that they could entice their followers to any crime, and any deed. Whether or not these priests held supernatural power or not, the subtle powers of suggestion and of secret drugs made Voodoo a force to be reckoned with. Masters felt the taste of poison in their food, women and men the taste of lust with a handful of powder… and even death was held in check by the use of “zombie” drugs. There was no denying that Voodoo was real, and powerful, and even today, it is widely practiced in the south and in the Caribbean islands…. and even in New Orleans.

MARIE LAVEAU

The tomb of Marie Laveau in St. Louis Cemetery No. 1… devoted followers still leave offerings at the door of her tomb!

No study of Voodoo in New Orleans is complete without mention of Marie Laveau… the undisputed Queen of Voodoo. During her lifetime, she was the source of hundreds of tales of terror and wonder in New Orleans. She was born on Santo Domingo in 1794. Her father was white and she was born a free woman. The first record of her in New Orleans was in 1819, when she married Jacques Paris, another free black. He died in 1826 and Marie formed a liaison with Christophe Glapion, with whom she had she bore a daughter, also named Marie. During her long life (she lived until 1881) she gave birth to fifteen children.

That same year, Marie embraced the power of Voodoo and became the queen of the forbidden but widely practiced culture. She was a hairdresser by trade and this allowed her access to many fashionable homes in the city. In this way, she and her daughters had access to a intelligence network that gave Marie her “psychic” powers. She knew everything that was going on in the city just be listening to her customers and her employees.

Marie became a legend in New Orleans, which is particularly amazing in such a segregated culture, but she was more than just a Voodoo practitioner. Marie had an imaginative mind and has been credited with changing Voodoo into much more than just an African superstition. It was Marie who brought the Virgin Mary into Voodoo as the central figure of worship and she borrowed freely to bring Catholic traditions into the culture.
Marie died in June of 1881 but many people never realized that she was gone. Her daughter stepped in and took her place and continued her traditions for decades to follow.
Today, Marie and her daughter still reign over the shadowy world of New Orleans Voodoo from the confines of St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. Both are entombed in this cemetery in two-tiered, white stone structures. The tombs look like so many others in this cluttered cemetery, until you notice the markings and crosses that have been drawn on the stones. Apart from these marks, you will also see coins, pieces of herb, beans, bones, bags, flowers, tokens and all manner of things left behind in an offering for the good luck and blessings of the Voodoo Queen.

Many believe that Marie returns to life once each year to lead the faithful in worship on St. John’s Eve. It is also said that her ghost has been seen in the cemetery and one man claimed that he was slapped by her while walking past one day. The ghost is always recognizable thanks to the “tignon”, the seven-knotted handkerchief, that she wears around her neck.
It is also said that Marie’s former home at 1020 St. Ann Street is also haunted. Many claim that they have seen the spirit of Marie, and her ghostly followers, engaged in Voodoo ceremonies there.
There is another house also that may harbor Marie’s ghost, located on Chartres Street. It was built in 1807 and according to legend, Marie lived there for a time. Residents of the house claimed that an apparitions appeared in the house and hovered near the fireplace. They claimed that it was the ghost of Marie Laveau.

But whether or not her ghost still walks today…. one thing is sure, the “spirit” of New Orleans would not be complete without her!

Alright, so after reading all of the above….Cat sends me a message back.

“very tempting!”

You see! I knew if there was one person in the world that would appreciate this stuff as much as me, it’s Catherine Gretchen.

Catherine is also good at looking at the logical side of a situation. That’s why she’s going to be a doctor.

….our conclusion is that St. Louis #1 is probably full of crazy people right now. I don’t mean a good “crazy” either.
….our conclusion also is that we have a full year until June 23rd 2009…to figure out how to celebrate the Feast day of St. John, a true date of significance in the history of our city. I think a late night grave trip will be a part of this idea….

So, to finish….a few points:

New Orleans is the greatest town ever.
Cat Gretchen is pretty much awesome
Stay out of St. Louis Cemetary #1 on June 23rd.

“if you ever get down where the black trees grow
and you meet a Voodoo Lady named Marie Laveau
and if she ever asks you to make her your wife….
you’d better stay with her for the rest of your life
or she gonna go woooooooooooooooo
another man done gone.”
~Chuck Credo Jr. “Marie Laveau”

Little Steven’s Underground Garade Saturday, Jun 21 2008 

Sometimes…when mainstream isn’t mainstream anymore…a huge cult following will result, adding a whole new meaning to the artform. What the hell did he just say?

Rock ‘N’ Roll, in it’s true form, is not on the radio anymore. The ROCK that is on is post-nirvana-grunge influenced music that all follows a corporate formula.
99% of it is crap in my books.

Little Steven Van Zant….best known for his work in The E Street Band…and as Silvio on the Sopranos…has dedicated his career to performing and the conservation of true rock and roll music. The Underground Garage is his new canvas that he works from. The website is listed above and you can dial in every Sunday night to the radio show across America ( I think it’s on Bayou here).

There are bands out there that still write and play this great music. Simple rock and roll. Steven finds these groups and exposes them to the world.

Keep the faith!

Chuck

www.littlestevensundergroundgarage.com

What time is it? It’s BOSS TIME! Tuesday, Jun 17 2008 

THIS IS WHAT ROCK N ROLL IS ALL ABOUT! Even if you don’t know this song, it’s all about the fun.

I have a request! Thursday, Jun 12 2008 

A funny story that happened on a Mixed Nuts show not long ago.

(we are in the middle of “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey at a gig).

random girl to Wes: “Hey, I have a request.”
Wes, while playing: “What’s that”
random girl: “Can y’all play any Journey?”
Wes: “um, yes”
random girl: “can y’all play don’t stop believing?”
Wes: “um, we’re playing it RIGHT NOW”
random girl: “no, you’re not”
Wes: “………..”
random girl: “No, no. Don’t stop believing!! you know…DONT STOP…BELIEVING”
gwen sings: “DONT STOP …BELIEVEING”
Wes: “……..”
random girl: “well if you don’t know that one, what about any spice girls?”

That’s the best crowd comment since someone asked me if wrote “Stairway To Heaven.”

WHY YES, YES I DID!

Credo The Explorer Thursday, Jun 5 2008 

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The 2008 Ford Explorer…with all the media package crap you can stand. The SYNC stuff is wayy too cool. You plug your ipod in to a USB port and set the blackberry to bluetooth, and everything becomes hands free. Vocal commands operate everything in the car…”next track”, “play artist Jimi Hendrix”, “Call Allison HI-mel”…etc.

I am now waiting to get in the car before I talk on the phone. Stupid? no way. State-of-the-art!

Somebody Scream! Tuesday, Jun 3 2008 

Sometimes, you can’t help but hit home runs.

Friday Night, The Nuts headlined the Back To The Beach Festival. I cannot tell you what a thrill it was to be top on the bill for this festival….my family would go to this festival when we were kids to see the bands (when the site of the fest was really at the pontchatrain beach site). There were about 800-1000 people on hand for the Nuts show, which was just a blast.

Before The Nuts was my friend Rockin Dopsie Jr. who pulled me up to do a few songs with his band, the Zydeco Twisters. Rockin’ Dopsie is one of the best entertainers I’ve ever played with. The man has got a charisma like no other…as soon as he steps on the stage, he owns it. Some musicians look upon that as a misguided property, but not me. To have a band of musicians tight enough to follow an energetic performer as Dopsie…and for him to lead that night after night, spreading the love of New Orleans all over the globe…it’s a great thing. I got to jam on “Miss You” by the Stones which is one I have never played live.

Sunday at Back To The Beach was Newsflash: The Huey Lewis Experience. We are about to celebrate our one year anniversary with Newsflash…and I couldn’t be more proud of this group of friends. Many would think that a Huey Lewis tribute band would be quite a silly prospect to go after…for us, it’s just a tremendous amount of fun. I think everyone has grown musically working with each other (I know I have). The Newsflash show on Sunday at Back To The Beach was as hot of a show as I’ve played (had to be 95 degrees)….but the band kicked ass…AND ended up closing out the Channel 4 News at 10pm (HODA KOTB!).

Something that I’ve been enjoying wayyy too much is playing on a Hammond Organ for the Newsflash shows. The past two performances, I have rented a Hammond B-3 organ and a leslie rotating speaker. In layman’s terms, it’s THE sound of a rock n roll organ. All of those great songs like “Gimme Some Lovin’” “Good Lovin’” “Whiter Shade of Pale”….”Evil Ways”, “Black Magic Woman”…etc etc., these songs all have a real Hammond Organ playing on the tracks…it’s one of the pivotal sounds of rock music. It’s a HUGE machine; like a piece of furniture. With the advancements of synthesizers, many keyboard players choose to play a synth version of a B-3…lighter and far more realistic to play live. NOT ME! Since Huey’s stuff is full of B-3, I’ve chosen to rent a real one for each of these shows. It was too much fun to have it out on Sunday and wail away on some of those songs.

….THE BIGGEST musical thrill for me…in my TOP 10 songs ever played by Chuck Credo IV….was on Sunday night. I asked that the Hammond Organ stay set up on stage for my friend Dave Gamble of the Topcats to play during their set. I came out in the middle of their set and did “Like A Rolling Stone” by Bob Dylan with The Topcats….now, honestly, my favorite song is “Layla”…but I do believe that “Like A Rolling Stone” has got to be the GREATEST rock song ever written. Having played it last night, live infront of 1000 people with a real Hammond Organ….the song has taken on a new meaning for me. It was a true rock n roll moment to be playing that song on a real B-3 and looking out to a sea of people singing “how does it feel, to be on your own, with no direction home, a complete unknown, like a Rolling Stone.” At first, I wasn’t sure if the song would fly in downtown Kenner, but boy, was I wrong. A very magical moment for me…I wish I would have had my video camera!

So anyway, that was this weekend. A great time was had by all…i got to see my friends that I never get to see because of our playing schedules…and it was just a real treat to be able to jam with so many different artists over the weekend.

And THE TIGERS KEEP WINNING!

Life is GREAT!