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Bayou Boogaloo

05.02.2016

We are looking forward to participating in the Bayou Boogaloo - Sunday May 20 4pm. DUMAINE.

Summer Doldrums

08.09.2015

Summer Doldrums

Day after day the sun stared widely
Over the wide and windless seas;
Against the masts the sails drooped idly,
Unhanded, waiting for a breeze.

It seemed we should lie there for ever,
As if no wind till Judgment Day
Would set her royal clews a-quiver
And speed her southward on her way.

"I heard onst of a barque," said Murphy.
"Becalmed, that couldn't get a breath,
Till all the crowd was sick with scurvy
An' the skipper drunk himself to death."

"So then they'd scoffed the last stale biscuit
An' the scuttle butt was all but dry,
They reckoned it was time to risk it,
An' tuk the boats an' said 'Good-bye.'"

"An' there they left the ol' barkey layin',
An' there, most like, she's layin' now,
With weeds like Noah's whiskers swayin'
Along her keel from stern to bow."

"All her bright-work green an' spotted,
All her paint-work bleached an' bare,
All her canvas black an' rotted,
An' not a living soul to care."

"Square the mainyard!" the silence breaking,
Like Gabriel's trumpet rang the word;
Out of the dawn the wind came, waking
The sleeping sails, so long unstirred.

The jibs were filled, they pulled like horses,
The gear ran twittering through the sheaves,
The reef points on the tautened courses
Pattered again like falling leaves.

Southward she sped, her keen bows cleaving
Steady and strong the watery ways,
Like some strange dream behind her leaving
The breathless nights, the gasping days.

And somewhere that old ship forgotten,
With all her paintwork weathered bare,
And all her canvas black and rotten,
And sea-birds fouling everywhere;

All her idle gear decaying,
Not a soul to tend her wheel,
And weeds like Noah's whiskers swaying
Fathoms long below her keel.
- Cicely Fox Smith

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04.13.2015

French Quarter Fest Show Review

04.13.2015 Offbeat Magazine
Offbeat Magazine

Propelled by the powerful thwangs of the upright bass and to the tune of screaming sax, Rory Danger and the Danger Dangers roared through French Quarter Fest yesterday afternoon in furious pursuit of that infamous great white whale, Moby Dick.

(Slash… non-local Jazz Fest headliner Elton John?)

New Orleans’ favorite all-star rockabilly band has dragged us through the arctic, into space, onto “The Wheel of Misfortune”, and along for all sorts of other bizarre capers. For their latest high jinks, they’ve hit the high seas with a rip-roaring tribute to Melville’s famous novel.

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