Debajo del Agua in Louisiana

So…

I don’t blog nearly as much as I would like to…  and it pains me…  makes me think I’m slacking…

But then…  I consider all the stuff that I can update you on and I’m okay with myself…  Lots going on with music and I like to devote some time to these postings so can’t always keep up…

So a posting about the recent past.

Last week, Debajo del Agua was privileged, honored, blessed, lucky enough, [and whatever word that expresses inspiration/gratitude/joy], to play the the International Festival in Lafayette, LA.

Now…  Here’s wussup with that festival: it takes up all of downtown Lafayette with multiple stages hosting bands from all over the world…  so you feel like you’re walking two blocks to get from South Asia to France to Canada to Cuba to Singapore and back to Louisiana.  It’s bad ass.

…and I’d say about 200,000 people rolled through during the course of the weekend.

And still more: it’s free.  …and volunteer-driven.

Beyond that, the observations I made and nuggets of wisdom/inspiration I walked away with…

The caliber of musicianship is just…  exceptionally high.  There’s a lot of bad ass cats in Louisiana.  Walking down Bourbon Street I could just hear it…  bar after bar, bad ass bands, bad ass musicians.  …the caliber of musicianship reminded me of Los Angeles.  And still has me weighing the differences…  Whereas Los Angeles also has bad-ass musicians, music is more so defined by its commercial nature.  …i.e.  the capitalist commodification of music vs. the hustle of the musician.

In Louisiana, it was in the blood.  You felt it.  It was in the air, the community, the kids, the elder, the past, present, and future.

My band mates and I chilled out at a spot called Festival House a lot…  t’was the gathering spot for the musicians performing at the festival.  It was crazy, man…  BOMB ASS FOOD.  COOL ASS CATS!!!  Everyone I met, no exceptions, was on the humble…  just down-to-earth and cool…

…and beyond that: we were the band that played the Festival House.  Meaning: Debajo del Agua performed exclusively for the musicians, organizers, and volunteers for the festival.   That was quite the freakin’ honor, yo…

We play 3 times in 2 days plus one full practice… long weekend… but a long re-invigorating weekend.  It was a lot of work but somehow I came back with an surplus of energy.

This festival restored my hope in the idea that music can change the world.  Although I rarely go to McDonald’s, I know about 1/3 of the menu thanks to a jingle from the 1980s.

Fellow musicians, comrades:

We can do that…

But to save the world.