Growing up in Shreveport, Louisiana in the 1960s didn’t expose me to much Cajun, Creole or zydeco music. My mother taught classical singing and listened to opera, art songs and musicals.  My little sister listened to pop and rock music.  So seeing Doug Kershaw in Baton Rouge in the early seventies came as a wonderful surprise.  And when I moved to New Orleans, the Jazz and Heritage Festival nourished my flame.   I learned to Cajun dance in 1987 (who knew I had two different feet?) and zydeco in 1995.  A former colleague asked me to write some reviews of recordings, combining my librarian profession with my love of music.  So I’m going to continue that here, writing about recordings, performances, and my experiences here in south Louisiana.  Hope you enjoy.

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