Good mornin' America, how are ya?
Singin' don't ya know me............ I'm the foreigner currently residing somewhere in mainland Europe......
Doesn't quite sound right, does it. Oh well....
Yawl.....a great word that conjures up so many wonderful images.
I'll have to go and visit that part of the world one day. Having read most of James Lee Burke's stuff over the years, however, I think I'd have to maybe go on a diet before the trip, as I'd have to at least try to work my way through all of the unusual sounding food he mentions.
For example, just what IS a Po'boy sandwich?
And then there's Gumbo....what the?
All sounds very intriguing and exotic though.
Speaking of interesting and exotic, I thought I'd introduce WA2K radio to Julie Fowlis.
Ms Fowlis is the Scottish equivalent of your brilliant Alison Krauss, but she tends to sing most of her songs in Garlic, the ancient tongue of the Celts.
Luckily, I've just received a Garlic/English translation "app" through the post from Romania (much cheaper, but seems to work OK) and therefore I can give you a rough idea of what the song is all about.
Apparently, a fair young maiden is sent to the market with strict instructions to purchase a feshly plucked Haggis and a ball of string, but whilst there, she spies young Findlay from the neighbouring village, and goes all wobbly when a gust of wind lifts the back of his kilt a little higher than is decent.
The sight of his milky white left buttock sends her into a bit of a spin, and consequently she forgets what she was sent there for.
A dilemma ensues, ending up with her fainting near the gates of shortbread factory, and being carried home across the shoulder of the aforementioned Findlay.
Or at least I think this is what's going on.
The app translator keeps mentioning something about things clenching, but I think that's pretty irrelevant and distracts from the general gist of the story somewhat.
Anyway, och the noo and here's Julie Fowlis....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnBBQ-_D2Hc