Riding down mei-nika on a brief trap back to my adopted homeland, I hear it.
A call, response, traditional inflection and a smart lyrical toughness out of step with the present, yet utterly modern.
Groovy, swaggering hip hop inflected jazz drumming underpinning… I know what this is. I feel it in the heart, my lawns, ain’t no mistakin, tis Nawlins.
The DJ wraps up, he tells me: Galactic with Irma Thomas. Toldja now, didn’t I?
I been tryin’ to get to New Orleans an’ think I might’ve just gotten closer. Can you help me? I’ll see ya there.