Le 15 août, fête sacrée ou sacrée fête?

Le 15 août, fête sacrée ou sacrée fête

"On the Road Blues"

The trip "on the road blues" was a dream for all of us. Tennessee, Mississippi, Louisiana who has dreamed of through these mythical roads and listen to all music "Deep South".

It is thanks to my meeting with Jean Pierre Bruneau music specialist, I lived for over 28 years with Louisiana and especially Louisiana and cooperation of my husband Philippe, I could design and build this trip mythical.

Have joined us four travelers Champenois, Paris four, four Tours, music fans in the South, I would even say the majority of scholars, some have lived musical experiences, some had 100 times and 100 times this trip in their head with their clubs established for over 50 years, all have dreamed of visiting these three states in active travelers, far from any assistantship, all have dreamed of living these three festivals chronologically trace the evolution of this music Blues Rhythm and Blues, Rock and Roll and Jazz.

How many stories to tell, it's like the tale of Arabian nights, one for each night to stay awake and continue to be remembered again and again.

All have chosen each day opportunities available to them alone or in groups but each time sharing our experience has helped make this group even exist a week earlier, a strong group of his research, his efforts , its discoveries, its pleasures, its gains. This group by his curiosity, his passion and his willingness to search for the authentic greatly contributes to making this trip something special and we will never be the departure of travelers in search of dream, the dream we 'have lived together, it will remain forever etched in our memories and in our hearts.

Imagine yourself in Clarksdale in the depths of the Mississippi Delta, in the street in front of David Honeyboy Edwards, age 95, singing and playing the blues he learned from Robert Johnson before his early death in 1938.

Imagine yourself in Memphis, birthplace of the great Elvis, his legendary studios, museums where our legendary musical parade in his youth indicative of "hello mates."

Imagine interacting with eminent ethnomusicologist David Evans, University Professor and prodigious bluesman.

Picture yourself on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel where Martin Luther King was assassinated.

Imagine yourself on the platform of Tutwiler train station where WC Handy heard for the first time, around 1900, a blues sung by a stranger.

Imagine yourself in a field of Greenwood Mississippi in the rain (it was time for tornadoes) bloom from the grave of Robert Johnson with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Imagine yourself in the museum at Indianola our idol BB King, Ferriday birthplace of Jerry Lee Lewis.

Imagine yourself at the Dewey Balfa Cajun and Creole heritage near Villeplate to attend a jam session.

Imagine yourself at Ann and Marc Savoy of Eunice mingle with old musicians enjoying the Cajun sausage.

Imagine a boat with the brother of the chief of the tribe Pointe aux Dogs, Donald Dardar, which takes you on his boat at the end of the world.

Imagine a mass on Easter Sunday gospel in a Baptist Church in Houma.

Imagine Charlie Duthu and Calvin Parfait, Houma Indians, the dance of "Cajun Country" in Houma, leg cast he had broken that morning.

Imagine yourself on Lake Martin with Norbert Leblanc, old Cajun French, visit the bayous with his rustic humor.

Imagine yourself at a mountain of boiled crawfish to eat with our friends Brenda and Ray Trahan.

Imagine visiting the studio of the "Picasso of Zydeco," the painter Francis Pavy and his paintings imbued with all the symbols of Louisiana.

Imagine Festival International de Lafayette, at the Jazz Fest in Nola where we can understand why New Orleans is a Caribbean island.

Imagine yourself at Congo Square in the Treme neighborhood, before the house of the Fats Domino was found in his attic during Katrina, at St Augustine for the first time when blacks and whites sat on the same benches the church, and to take the picture of "the tomb of the unknown slave," the tomb of the unknown slave.

I do not forget to thank all our friends (Philippe Gustin and his assistant Christopher Pilut, Audrey Georges Leblanc and Irene Rose Vicknair, Patty Ferguson, Randy Menard, Ray and Brenda Trahan, Marie Breaux, Elizabeth Landry, Elaine Clement) who have facilitated our meetings in Louisiana.

A big thank you to Jean Pierre Bruneau sent us a little of his knowledge of the music of the South and I have not forgotten Odile Rouet, president of the Delegation of the Loire Valley that made me confident in joining for me to participate in this trip with his thirst for knowledge and desire to savor every moment.

Helena (Troyes, France)

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