Laisse Le Vent Souffler - Zachary Richard

from the album Le Fou (2012)

Once upon a time, I was a college student spending spring break on South Padre Island, Texas.  As the week wound down, the weather turned nasty, and three of us decided to pack up the car and start the journey back north.  With plenty of time on our hands, my brother suggested "Why don't we drive to New Orleans?"  My strange love affair with the Crescent City began about 10 hours later.

We arrived on a Saturday night and parked the car somewhere just outside the French Quarter.  The details of the night are forever fuzzy, but somehow each made it back to the car before the sun rose (we did not have enough money for a motel).  I passed out - seat reclined - behind the wheel, with my brother on the passenger side and our friend across the back seat.

We did not realize that we were parked directly in front of an African-American church.  As parishioners arrived for Sunday morning service, a crowd surrounded the car, looking thru the windows at what must have appeared to be three dead men.  My brother awoke and seeing all the faces staring at him, sat up and screamed.  The crowd leaped back.  I sprung up, turned on the ignition, and sped off.  I will never forget the faces of the churchgoers disappearing in the rear view mirror.

During that night, I caught my first taste of live cajun music.  It was a revelation.  A few years later, I read in the newspaper that Zachary Richard was playing at a small NYC club.  A few friends and I caught the show.  I was mesmerized as he strutted on stage, grabbed a small accordion, and joined the band in a hard rocking zydeco.  I thought he was the cajun Mick Jagger.

I've been listening to him ever since.  Songs like File Gumbo, Who Stole My Monkey, and Come On Sheila are staples of my music collection.

One of the things I admire most about Zachary Richard is that he records albums in two languages, French and English.  When I saw that he released a new French album last month, I had to give it a spin.  Laisse Le Vent Souffler (Let The Wind Blow) is a song that I really dig.  It starts with acoustic guitar and a deadened drum and builds into the same type of thumping cajun vibe that won my heart that night in NYC.

I dig it when older and grayer has not lost a step.

Click Here to watch the music video.

Click Here to watch a video on the making of the video.

Comments

  1. Lassie Le vent soufflé
    The cajun grasp of life is rife with emotion, and this song just hammers that home.
    Like the story that starts out with a fond memory of a time when fun most fondly remembered was not fun that came at a high cost, but like the song says it come when you "let the wind blow."

    It goes like a true cajun riff - snap beans ain't salty!

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  2. Great song. Hitting the "like" button on this one. That is a funny story too. You can bet those church folk were hollerin' for your salvation that day!

    I had to dig, but did find my copy of "Women In The Room"...great artist who looks and sounds better than ever.

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