We have a beautiful music scene in Lafayette, Louisiana. There are so many talented local bands. I'm telling you, the citizens here are spoiled.
Spoiled, but not eclectic.
There seems to be some type of gene in the southerners here that tells its host, "You are not allowed to like any type of music besides Cajun music."
Don't get me wrong--Cajun music is awesome. I honestly love Lost Bayou Ramblers, Chubby Carrier, Wayne Toups, Feufollet... just to name a few. I will be the first person there and the last person to leave when these people play a concert.
But why must a band play this type of music to be successful in Lafayette? It really makes little sense.
Here's an example Facebook post we received in response to a recent local public performance:
It is this attitude and oppression that "Down in the Swamp" was written about. It's a song of sarcasm, satire, and frustration.
It also seems to be our signature song! It looks to be our most popular on iTunes, Soundcloud, etc. See us live and you'll definitely hear us play this song.
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A long time ago back down in Louisiane / There once was a boy that was born with an axe in hand / Mama was upset that it wasn't an accordian / The doctor told the mama she should give him up for adoption / It's hard to rock hard when you're down in the swamp. / The foster home said, "Turn that down, you'll wake the gators up! / The crawfish, pelicans, and nutria rats have had enough! / How do you expect to someday meet yourself a Cajun femme / If you don't play the ti-fer, fiddle, or accordian?" / Playin' loud ain't allowed when you're down in the swamp / Don't take this the wrong way / I love to laissez les bon temps rouler / Mardi Gras, parades, festivals galore / Good food, good people, much, much more / But I can't bring myself to sell my soul / Without my guitar, I can't show heart or soul / My axe will always be my weapon of choice / And I will find a way for you to hear my voice