#guilded splinters

“Guilded Splinters”    Artist, Hoke...Sept 29 - Oct 6.........

===============original acrylic painting on wood================

My ATCO pressing of Dr. John, The Night Tripper - Gris Girs from 1968 is one of my favourite records that I own. I find myself sitting there after a bottle of wine, staring at the cover photo while listening to this incredible record. Glaring back at me, mouth ajar, shrouded in smoke and drenched in soft crimson light, Mac Rebennack, (slightly more portly than these days) seems to be inviting you into his bordello to get down to the business of practising some serious voodoo. The cover is one thing, but I think my favourite thing to look at while listening to the record is the notes on the reverse. A beautiful composition of creole/voodoo nonsense that complements Muma Roux, Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya and my favourite I Walk On Guilded Splinters like filé powder and hot sauce compliment an oyster gumbo.

Take a walk on these guilded splinters...

Who?

My group consists of Dr. Poo Pah Doo of Destine Tambourine and Dr. Ditmus of Conga, Dr. Boudreaux of Funky Knuckle Skins and Dr. Battiste of Scorpio in Bass Clef, Dr. McLean of Mandoline Comp. School, Dr. Mann of Bottleneck Learning, Dr. Bolden of The Immortal Flute Fleet, The Baron of Ronyards, Dido, China, Goncy O'Leary, Shirley Marie Laveaux, Dr. Durden, Governor Plas Johnson, Senator Bob West Bowing, Croaker Jean Freunx, Sister Stephanie and St. Theresa, John Gumbo, Cecilia La Favorite, Karla Le Jean who were all dreged up from The Rigolets by the Zombie of the Second Line. Under the eight visions of Professor Longhair reincannted the charts of now.

What?

I will mash my special fais deaux-deaux on all you who buy my charts. The rites of Coco Robicheaux who, invisible to all but me, will act as a second guardian angel until you over-work him. All who attend our rites will receive kites from the second tier of Tit Alberto who brought the Saute Chapeau. To Chieu Va Bruler up to us from the Antilles to the Bayou. St John and Aunt Francis who told me the epic of Jump Sturdy and Apricot Glow. Mimi, who in silence, says the lyrics to Mamma Roux in Chipacka the ChoptoulisChoctaws without teepees on Magnolia Street and wise to the Zulu parade and the golden blade the sun-up to sun-down second liners who dig Fat Tuesday more than anybody and that's plenty. I have also dug up the old Danse Kalinda to remind you we have not chopped out the old chants and the new Croaker Courtbullion to serve Battiste style of phyco-delphia. We did the snake a al Gris-Gris Calimbo to frame our thing into the medium of down under yonder fire. We walked on Gilded Splinters to shove my point across to you whom I will will communicate with shortly through the smoke of Deaux-Deaux the Rattlesnake whose forked tongue hisses pig latin in silk and satin da-zaw-ig-day may the gilded splinters of Auntie Andre spew forth in your path to light and guide your way through the bayous of life on your pirougue of heartaches and good times...push and the shove that you need to get your point across no matter what the cost.

DR. JOHN, the night tripper - GRIS-gris