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To every jazz aficionado or would-be who has wondered what Professor Longhair was doing with his left hand and how know that it was gumbo and crawfish ettouffe screened-in porch sitting on hot summer nights fighting the anyway mosquitoes while waiting for that welcome breeze from the river, bayou or lake

Know that it was Carnival, the season with balls and trashy throws at day / night parades and Mardi Gras, the day with Indian songs and Zulus and you too, you Mardi Gras

For all who wondered about what makes New Orleans food so smack-yo-lips good and music so snap-yo-fingers tired know that our ancestors always could make much of little and taught us how to add a beat here, a spice there to change that thing you once recognized into something you're aching to get to know.
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Title Annotation:Section 3: Sayings, Sermons, Tall Tales, and Lies - Contemporary Black Poetry; poem
Author:Gex-Breaux, Quo Vadis
Publication:African American Review
Date:Mar 22, 1993
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