Debbie Hardy LaGrange, Owner
Mosquito Tees, Debbie Hardy LaGrange, Arnaudville, Louisiana

Arnaudville, LA 70512
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My Story

 My Story

“In 2010, I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. This scary affliction, as is usually the case, has progressively gotten worse. I know that someday I will need institutional care. However, until that day comes, I will fight the beast with help in my home. Since I can no longer work in the operating room, I had to come up with a way to augment my income to pay for that privilege. Because my father always said, “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. Try!” I thought I would try to write a hit country song.

"Daddy was in constant motion. He was always inventing things. I believe now that he must have suffered from ADD. He once told me that sometimes it felt as though he had  mosquitoes swarming inside of his head. I always wanted to meet those mosquitoes so they could tell me all of Daddy’s thoughts. About three or four years ago I was trying to picture what those little pests, who tortured my father, looked like. That led to my development of another income stream, the sale of my new brand of T-shirts, Mosquito Tees!"
Debbie LaGrange, was born in 1952 and is just now trying to establish herself as a serious lyricist. In her lifetime, she has moved only 100 feet from her childhood home, except for 5 years spent in New Orleans attending LSU Nursing School. She grew up with a wicked smart farming father and mother who lived to enjoy life, in an idyllic setting, surrounded by a fun, large and loving family, always supported by a tight knit community of extended family and friends. It was here that joy was firmly planted in her soul. "It did absolutely nothing to prepare me to write hardscrabble lyrics that describe life for the majority of people who struggle on a daily basis. Then, life hit me head on!”

Having survived a crushing motorcycle accident, losing her husband to heart disease and her health to Parkinson's Disease and a hand full more of life's ills, she felt worthy to dump physical and emotional pain out onto a page and to try and rearrange the letters to make some sense of what can sometimes be a cruel world.

On March 10, 2016, she made a deliberate decision to attempt to write a commercially successful country song.
"I was 10 years old when I felt music for the first time. We were standing by in our new home when the delivery truck from the furniture store backed into the garage. Daddy and I walked out there and I watched as he pointed to the Magnavox stereo and had the guys bring it in first. He plugged it in, placed the disc, dropped the needle and had me stand on his shoes. He and Nat King Cole sang Ramblin Rose while we danced! Music had the power to make a 10 year old child think. The year was 1962."

Fast forward 45 years.

"My husband died in 2006. By then both of my sons were making their own way in the world. I began to pal around with George Marks, a painter, who had recently moved back to our hometown, Arnaudville LA, to establish NuNu’s, an artist's cooperative. George introduced me to William Lewis, a sculptor. At NuNu’s I met Kevin Murphy, a guitar playing singer songwriter. We were blowin and goin with me at the wheel and the guys riding shotgun. I grew up with five brothers and no sisters. I could hang with the boys. However, swimming in that artists stew, I was constantly reminding myself that my title, registered nurse, wasn't a good fit. Daddy left me with a love of words and a feel for music. Kevin strummed his guitar and the rest is recent history."
"I was trying to enter the American Songwriter Lyric Contest and the computer wasn't accepting my information. I went on to read about the judges, one of whom was Larry Beaird. I went to his website and was able to get the email address of the studio manager, Tytus Welker. I immediately fired off an email asking him to take a look at my lyric and tell me whether or not he could help me make it more commercially acceptable. He answered right away and asked if I had a melody to go along with it. I told him I didn't. He advised me to get in touch with Sandy Ramos.  Sandy agreed to help me and, after working with her for a year, I ended up at Larry Beaird's studio with my friend Kevin Murphy and Sandy, Larry and Aaron Beaird, Tytus Welker, six remarkable studio musicians, three engineers, “The Voice” vocalist, Adam Cunningham and 8 pounds of crawfish bisque that I'd promised Tytus I would deliver if ever I recorded at their studio. Truly an unbelievable experience! Kevin and I drove out of Nashville with 'One Love Song Away' blasting from the CD player!"

"So, of course, I did what any respectable songwriter would do. I went and bought a new dress fit for the CMA and Grammy Awards Shows!”
Priceless!
She feels her poetry. With no musical background, she seldom hears a song until someone comes along and "passes her a note." Debbie's Cajun and French ancestry account for a resilience and joie de vie that trumps the sadness and leaves ample room to laugh at herself. She loves lemonade and considers herself lucky that life keeps supplying her with lemons!
One Love Song Away is Debbie's first recorded song! Her second, "This Christmas," she shares with Kevin Murphy who tuned it up just in time for this Christmas.
A few months ago, Mozelle Fruge told Debbie that they had a cousin in common who lives in Nashville and “works in the music business”. In true fashion Debbie googled John Willis then listened to an interview of his where she found out that John is only one of the best guitar sessions players in the history of Nashville and country music. She called her 92-year-old, Aunt Annie, who quickly told her how she was related to John.
“I sent John an email telling him about our kinship and I asked if he could please find some time to add music to my lyric, DOYAWANNAMINGLE. He didn’t hesitate and  told me about his fee and how the deal would work. I would give him x amount of dollars. In addition he would retain a percentage of the song. I was to send him a song similar to what I wanted our song to sound like. A couple of weeks after that I would get a finished demo in the shape of an mp3 recording. It was just that simple. No papers to sign, no hands to shake. I did what he asked me to do and a few days later I was able to listen to John’s beautiful wife singing my perfect demo. It was ready to go!
"Since then I’ve written two more lyrics. John tuned them up. The vocalist singing both of those songs, “My Road’s Gone Narrow” and “Lonely One Way” is Matt Dame, one of the most sought after and exciting demo singers in Nashville! Matt left Nashville to go on tour. John is waiting for him to return to lay down the vocal tracks. “Lonely One Way” is coming soon!

"Years ago, on a Tuesday afternoon, I got a call from Daddy asking me to walk over to his house so he could show me something. He was always coming up with these hair brain ideas. I headed in his direction and rolled my eyes at the thought of, what now? Pretty much, it’s the same response I get from people today.

"He was standing next to his beloved, refurbished Bluebird motor home. I didn’t know enough then to make the connection between Daddy’s Wander Lodge and the Bluebird Café in Nashville. As I approached he put a small envelope in between his lips and held it there while he ruggedly tore out a lined sheet of paper from a mud stained notebook that was, no doubt, somewhere on the floor of his truck just minutes before he penned words to a song he’d just written for Loretta Lynn! He put the envelope on the hood of his truck and while I read his mediocre first attempt at songwriting he wrote, dead center, in his left-leaning bold slant, Loretta Lynn. Exactly under her name he spelled out, Nashville.

"After folding that rumpled, frilly edged piece of paper, he slid it into the envelope, licked the sticky flap, sealed it then slapped a stamp on it. He ordered me to go to the post office immediately and mail it. “Your mother and I are leaving for the Blue Ridge Parkway this afternoon. I want Loretta to get it before we arrive so she can practice.

"Daddy had never met Loretta Lynn. He had never even seen her perform. The way he said her name, so casually, made me think that they were best friends! I knew for sure that if the great country diva was in Nashville he would find her!

“Do you have her address?” I asked. Daddy did not suffer fools. P’tit fille, look! It’s right in front of you. “That’s not her address,” I said. He looked at me with that contorted face he used when he was disappointed with such lameness. Cher, I feel sorry for the person who lives in Nashville and doesn’t know how to get to Loretta Lynn’s house.

"Not too long after that day, my Uncle Nookie and Aunt Florena, Mom’s brother and sister-in-law, visited with Loretta Lynn at her booth for Fanfare Week in Nashville. Eventually, they would visit Loretta Lynn often in her home. They became good friends over the years.

"I wish I could tell Daddy about my escapades now!

"No matter how impossible it might seem, chase your dream!

"A chance conversation In May 2017, at the Whirlybird in Sunset, with the super talented Cedric Watson, led to this question, “Debbie, can you write lyrics in French?” Without thinking, I told him that I couldn’t. We talked for a little while longer then parted company.

"For the rest of the evening I wondered why I’d told Cedric I couldn’t write songs in French. Just because I’d never done it didn’t mean that I couldn’t do it. As soon as I arrived home I picked up pad and pen, channeled my brilliant and best ever high school French teacher, Mrs. Helen Arnaud, and started to write. Within a matter of minutes I’d written lyrics in French for three songs:  Un Coeur Peut Casser Plus D’une Fois (A Heart Can Break More Than One Time), Tout Nouveau Tout Beau (All New All Beautiful), Rencontrez Moi Sur La Piste De Danse (Meet Me On the Dance Floor).

"The next day I forwarded the lyrics to Cedric. In an email he told me that he liked them. A few days later we had a short phone conversation. Cedric told me that he had a lot going on at the time and that he would get back to me. He never did.

"In October 2018, I was sitting in the audience, next to last row, at LA 31 waiting to hear Louis Michot and The Lost Bayou Ramblers play. My dear friend, Florette Orleans, walked up to me,  grabbed my hand and as she was pulling me forward said, “You have got to come and see Louis and Ashlee’s beautiful baby boy! His smile lights up the world!” Florette was right. As I leaned forward to get a better look it was as though that precious child knew exactly what I was there for. Right on cue he flashed me one of the most beautiful smiles I’d ever seen! No kidding!

"Two weeks prior to that encounter I was ready to reach out to someone local who could write the music to go along with my lyrics. I emailed my work in French to none other than, Louis Michot. Now, here he was standing right in front of me! As our eyes met, I thought to myself, you poor guy you have no way of knowing that soon you’re going to be bombarded with 3,000 emails and 100 phone calls from moi!

"Ashlee and I began a conversation at that moment that led to me sending her my French lyrics to add to her Oh Malheureuse blog. Not very long after that, I received an email from Ashlee asking me if I would be willing to allow her to enter my lyrics into an anthology of  female writers who write in various forms of Louisiana French. This anthology has the full backing and will be published by the University of Louisiana at Lafayette Press. Of course, I said 'yes.' I told her that I would be honored if she entered my writings. That anthology will be published exactly one year after Ashlee and I had yet another of my chance meetings. Thank you Florette and Ashlee!

By then my hobby was out of control. Having recorded a song at one of the best recording studios in Nashville, I’d proven to myself that I was a songwriter. The Sky was the limit I set!

Louis’ talent is higher than the sky and I am walking on air! Thank you, Louis!"
On Saturday, August 10 at approximately 7:30 p.m.,  I was delivered to NUNU’s in an Arnaudville PD squad car, siren blasting, to begin filming the music video for "La Chanson des Moustiques, The Mosquito Song."

I descended from that vehicle, on the arm of our Chief of Police, dressed in silver sequined pants and a bedazzled, black Mosquito Tees sleeveless t-shirt. I was wrapped, by ladies waiting, in a resplendent and sterling lame, floor length cape of Isis wings, complete with sticks to control the movement of my gossamer appendages. My head was adorned with a brilliant and bejeweled and dazzling crown. My face and coronet shrouded in gray and gathered mosquito netting.

The crowd estimate was 250+. As I made my way thru that sea of people, for the first time in my life, I questioned my sanity.

As it turned out, my event was spectacular, the proof well documented by Bruno Doria, Ben Usie and Lauren Hemerd of Worklight Pictures.  (Click to see photographs)

The venue, NUNU, never looked better, thanks to George Marks and his staff of volunteers.

The song, "La Chanson des Moustiques," was a dancer’s dream and a huge success thanks to the genius musicianship of Louis Michot and The Melody Makers, Mark Bingham, Bryan Webre, Kirkland Middleton and featuring Cory Ledet.

The mood was electric, thanks to the enthusiastic crowd who never wavered in the heat of the moment.

The night was fantastical!

Arnaudville! What’s your dream? Who will be next to write their own story then make it happen?

Enfin, L’automne Tombe!, Autumn Finally Falls!

My saga continues with a letter of thanks to Ashlee and Louis Michot for taking what little free time they had to read my literary works in English and in French, to share their famous stages with me and in doing so allowed me multiple opportunities to shine shoulder to shoulder with them, all the while, having a blast!!!
 

Ashlee and Louis,

Autumn is my most-treasured time of the year and Thanksgiving is my best-loved holiday. My birthday is November 23 and sometimes falls on Turkey Day! Whenever I see the first colored leaf drop I recall countless spectacular trips to the mountains with my family to witness what my father dubbed “the greatest show on earth,” the stunning exchange of colors between summer and fall! In between those excursions there are snapshots of the multiple gatherings at our camps on False River or Bayou Portage that I can add to the albums of memories that I have stored in my mind. Tucked tightly into that lifetime of pictures and dreams is one special memory. Whenever I am reminded of that standout evening I smile, recalling every detail. My recent recollection and your story, Ashlee, about how you made your way to Prairie Des Femmes and O Malheureuse led to what follows.

Several years ago it was my good fortune to be invited to tag along with George and Kevin and join you and your family and friends for a one of a kind Thanksgiving celebration. Anticipating a rocking event I asked my mother-in-law to make six of her blue ribbon sweet dough pies as a humble contribution to this cultural and culinary feast I would soon experience, body and soul.

As soon as we arrived I could see and sense an acute attention to detail. I recognized that easily because I had taken the same care in designing my own home. Ashlee, as I handed you dessert that night you gave me a quick tour of the kitchen. You proudly showed me your grandmothers china cups and the aged grinder you used to start your coffee making ritual. All the while, oozing in from every room in your house, were the sounds of familiar music being played by the largest gathering of uber-talented musicians I had ever dreamed of seeing!

The sights and sounds and smells that greeted me, first as I walked up to and then inside your house stay with me today as I sit on my patio watching crimson, gold and pumpkin colored leaves drop from my arbre de poulet into the pond.

Imagine walking along a path, crisp leaves crunching beneath your feet, leading up to the front door of a cottage. The simple act of standing outside the entrance is in itself stimulating. Now breathe and take in the earthy scent of the raw materials used to construct the cabin, a melodious mix of salvaged Cypress and cedar, metal and glass, tall timbers and tarnished brass. Your rustic find could have this name, Melange. Pronounce the word slowly, mé-l-a-n-g-eee. It’s like taking your sweet time and biting into a perfectly ripened strawberry

On Thursday, October 11, 2019 I attended my first ever book signing event in Lafayette. I stood alongside several of the Louisiana women who contributed their French literary works to be included in O Malheureuse, an anthology brought to fruition this past year. The visually stunning and soulfully written and important book was born in your creative mind, Ashlee Wilson Michot.

You gleaned your inspiration from the rural pasturage where Louis discovered a parcel of ground and surprised you with his proposition. He proposed that together you would buy this fertile sweet potato patch then deliberately design and build your own Acadian dream home using construction materials and methods developed to cope in this harsh climate by the men and women who walked those grassy fields before you.

Ashley, when you found a perfect space to display your grandmothers coffee cups and delicate saucers and then hung your ancient coffee grinder up on the bousillage wall and cranked the handle to grind the beans that would flavor your breakfast cup of brew on the first morning spent in your own dwelling, that building became your home. The place where you have and will experience joy and pain, ecstasy and agony. A vessel to hold your family of beautiful sons who will more than likely grow to imitate their parents and continue a delicious legacy of language and music on a plain just outside of Arnaudville.

The acreage that surrounds your home is called, Prairie des Femmes, Prairie of Women. Ashlee, you and O Malheureuse were meant to be. Ashlee and Louis, I am so fortunate to be a beneficiary of your experiments!

The celebration last Thursday was a standing room only and raucous call to arms to honor, by way of poetry, prose and songs, the contributions of mothers, wives, grandmothers, sisters, daughters, friends, women of these prairies and low hills of our state who, up until now, have failed to get the formal recognition they deserve for the roles they’ve played in weaving the intricate fabric and creating the mystical magic and music that is the tapestry that has served as the backdrop of our one-of-a-kind Louisiana world.

The women of Louisiana are largely responsible for creating an environment where a wonderful mix of people with a plethora of beliefs and mannerisms and rituals have been thrown into an etouffe of cultures. Our state is the reflection of this melange of women who are Indian and French, Spanish and English and African and every other nationality under the sun. Gaze at this mirroring surface and you will see brown and white and black and every shade of flesh in between. They are rich and poor, their bodies are beautiful and ugly, they are stately and plain, pristine and stained. Their mettle is tough. Their souls have been tried and tested. The state of their union is rocksolid!

Some things in life stop us dead in our tracks and force us to reevaluate the way we exist. Some things in life coerce us to evolve and grow and ripen and mellow and mature. Louisiana women have always possessed the power to evolve to meet and conquer every challenge this harsh environment could conjure up.

Women make up the backbone that props up our state. A mix of all of the above, some have stayed close to home while others have traveled the world. Some of us are country; others are gentrified, we’re sophisticated and crass, smart but dumb, uneducated but wise.

We’re flawed and we’re real and we know it. That makes us cool. That is our strength. Now, thru O Malheureuse and other writings that are sure to follow, the world will get to know us  and they will keep coming back for another taste of our magical mystery stew.

Thank you, Ashlee, for this celebration of Louisiana women who write in French! Thank you for giving us the opportunity to honor all women of Louisiana who have contributed so much to our State of mind. Thanks for opening the door to more studies of women who write in French and any other languages that describe in living color the lives of female trailblazers of the Pelican State.

Thanks to both of you for adding so many beautiful memories gathering in my look books!

Je suis en amour avec toi!
Vien dancer avec moi!

Debbie
PS:  My dad was a sweet potato farmer.

More of "My Story"


 Since the last posting under the heading of “My Story” on this website, mosquitotees.com and as of August, 2020, I have released my first single song, La Chanson des Moustique, The Mosquito Song, which was also featured in my latest release in December of 2020 of my very first album, Songs Of Debbie Hardy LaGrange, Wicked To Wanted!

My incredible accomplishment would, still today, be only an aspiration, were it not for all of the help I steadily and so generously received from these three experienced and exceptional individuals, I am now fortunate to call friends, Louis Michot, Betty Arnaud Roy and Howard Wuelfing.

This tremendous trio, unfailing, gave me their immediate and unlimited time and attention as often as I requested it, allowing me unfettered access to their combined wealth of knowledge and experience in the many complicated facets of the business of music, including the composing, recording, producing, publishing, licensing, distributing and promoting of songs.

In addition, I had many more boon companions, music loving soul mates, who, whenever I turned to, were always there for me. Eager with their offers of support and advice, forever honest in their in depth critiques of line upon line of my rhyming sounds, causing me to twist then turn my selection of words upside down, gently forcing me to twine bigger and better ways of typing down lyrics expressing my interpretation of this life that surrounds all of us. You know who you are.

I wish that I was talented enough to invent some new word that would be an exalted substitute to describe my abundant gratitude that each of you so deserve. Short of that I will humbly say, “Merci du fond du mon coeur!” Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

While my first effort to write songs might not have approached near to great, it was deemed credible. More important, that initial endeavor that allowed me to create something out of nothing, still and always, will make my heart sing!

All my love,
Debbie

 LA and The UK Speak The Same Loves and Language
FOOD / MUSIC!

On May 26, 2021 I received an email, via Bandcamp, laced with this bit of communication from an unknown, Tom Hilton in the UK:

Hi there,


How are you doing? Hope you are well and safe in these troubling times.


I run a music e-zine called Aldora Britain Records, we do interviews and reviews for up and coming bands and put together the odd compilation album as well. I was wondering if you would like to get involved?


I discovered your ‘Wicked To Wanted’ record on Bandcamp, so thought we could do an interview and review based around that. What do you think?

My first thought was, SPAM or JAM?


Tom had listed several sites that I could access that would prove his legitimacy. I began to read the stories written about him and his work. I listened to interviews with this man, Tom Hilton, who wanted to know more about me and my music. 


When I determined that he was probably the person he claimed to be I sent the info to Louis Michot for his take on this remarkable offer!


We agreed that there would be no harm in asking Tom what, exactly, would be required of me in order for him to feature one or more of my songs in his electronic online music magazine?


He promptly answered my mail like this:

Hi there, 
Awesome to hear from you, will be great having you on board.
Would you please be able to send out a press release or short bio if available and a CD copy of the record?  I am one of those people that still prefers to hold the music (a bit of added magic)!  Sorry to be a pain.  We can then get some collaborations in the works.
Really excited to get working with you.
Stay safe and well.
Cheers,
Tom @ Aldora Britain Records


I, fast, zeroed in on, “I am one of those people that still prefers to hold the music (a bit of added magic)!”


That’s all it took, I was hooked! Tom spoke to me when he wrote down one feeling about the rhythmic and harmonic combination of melody, meter, rhyme and measure or more simply put, music! I understood that magical passion, perfectly!


I declared to the naysayers, after reading that one sentence, that this, Tom Hilton, from all the way over there in the UK, was “good people” and I began, tout de suite, a campaign to lure him to the US, in particular, Louisiana! My bait, Cajun Cuisine and a Song! 

Nos allers-retours, our back and forts, were quick! 

Hi Debbie,


Amazing! I have visited before - Boston, Washington, New York, Florida and the Carolinas. I love an American spread, I feel like there might be something quite special about the Louisiana variety though!


Hopefully it won't be too long before it is possible to travel again.


Best,


Tom @ Aldora Britain Records

On Thursday, 3 June 2021, 00:47:14 BST, Debbie LaGrange <debbiehlagrange@gmail.com> wrote:

 

https://youtu.be/ufS1JEsMYro

 
Tom, when you come over for a visit plan to trip over a spread much like this, Boiled Louisiana Cajun Crawfish. See ya when you get here.


Debbie

 

 * please Excuse all grammatical errors.  I dictate because typing is difficult for me and usually I’m too lazy to go back and re write. I          apologize in advance. Thanks for understanding.

BONJOUR MON AMI,

I dare you to dream!

 

“Amazing! ... I love an American spread, I feel like there might be something quite special about the Louisiana variety though!” -Tom Hilton

 

Tom, you’re a very astute man! Trust your intuition! Your perception of truth is dead on! 

 

Please give me just a bite more of your time and let’s play pretend. Find some comfortable space, lay your lazy Boy back, throw away those boots, slip on some blue Swede shoes and allow me to amuse you with my self-paid, all exclusive introduction to this dreamy, far-distant destination journey of discovery that I decidedly designed, especially to fit your Louisiana Cajun mooD which manifested itself when you showed interest in my Wicked To Wanted lyrical musings that you randomly uncovered while circling, in search of some certain sound, ramblin around Bandcamp while waving your lucky black-Jack, magic-making wishing wand!

 

Gifting you with this Dream is my only way of pay back! You ran off all of my fears of receiving the dreaded set-back record business rejection letter. I am humbled by your resurrection of my writings. You got me doodling again “ quite unfettered!”

 

I’ve stirred in a rhyming, jiving dream of deliciously contrived luck! Time to Drink it all up,Tom, Leave the driving to us! 

 

Your Red carpet ride, guaranteed a music-filled delight, waits for you and your partner or perhaps a wife. From fresh start to finale A true trove of talent has gathered to plan this Ridiculously insane raucous raw rally!

 

 Tom, Raise your vessel high to the blues in our eyes and the tall tales sung out during the course of Cajun n Creole Lives. To Fresh starts and finales, We’ll share them all, Start making your way when August begins to fall!

 

Stay with me!

 

Make this happen and someday, faraway, when your good-time memories of our Cajun and Creole ways hint that they might fade you’ll open your journal of jaunts to that First page and read what you wrote in your lifeline, under the heading of best times, 

 

“At the start of that last day, by then, I’D BEEN BORN AGAIN n AGAIN n AGAIN,

 

with what little strength I had left, I forced myself to move away from my newly made friends, We’d already said our goodbyes, I cried and left that great state, my one thought “They were frayed and flawed , but, I was awed by all of it!

 

Tom, I dare you to dream!

 

First stop, NUNu, Arnaudville, Louisiana! October 6, 2021!

https://youtu.be/-cCrLzxwPcc

 

Et si, What if I was your fairy godmother and I’d imagined for you an unprecedented pilgrimage Designed to drive you deep into the cradles of our world’s musical universes, New Orleans, and Lafayette Louisiana, USA! A fantastical, once in your lifetime journey to be set into motion at, arguably, the most perfect seasonal time of the Crescent and Hub Cities‘ year, October, 2021? All the while you’ll be gathering information and plucking from the delectable table of scrumptious musicians A cast of characters to Someday bring to your Country and the remainder of the world “on the other side”, to perform in your

 

Eparillez Les Moustiques Et Trouvez Ta Musique Tour

Scatter The Mosquitoes And Find Your Music Tour

 

https://www.nojazzfest.com/

 

https://www.lafayettetravel.com/events/festivals/festivals-acadiens/

 

https://www.everfest.com/e/black-pot-festival-cookoff-lafayette-la

 

Et si, What if, upon leaving London Heathrow, you were armed with a plethora of electronic pamphlets designed to introduce to you the good the bad and the ugly of the most impressive, destructive, interesting, mundane, pristine, filthy, educated, dumb-downed, sofisticated, backwards, stunning, stifling 2 Most melodiously delicious places on the planet?

 

https://statesofincarceration.org/states/louisiana-windows-angola-prison

(See especially the section on music)

 

Take Away: DON’T F%@& WITH LOUISIANA LAWMEN AND WOMEN!

 

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=most+beautiful+images+of+Atchafalaya+basin&hl=en-us&client=safari&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwigkICa4P7wAhUWV80KHbKxB7YQjJkEegQIBhAB&biw=1261&bih=1178&dpr=2

 

Take Away: WOW!

 

Et si, What if, after safe-landing, you washed up at the brand spanking new Louis Armstrong International Airport 

 

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+louis+armstrong+airport+nola&client=safari&hl=en-us&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=PuTDC5SKcaEZxM%252ChsyRsfSIFJP2ZM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kQtOjGXSETLsyFS5OcVXiZ7_05ahQ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjFm_LKuf7wAhVEa80KHXjyC50Q9QF6BAgKEAE#imgrc=PuTDC5SKcaEZxM

 

From there you’ll be whisked away by one who will soon and fast become your best new friend, NOLA’s adopted, now full-time favorite son, Kevin Murphy, the same one who dropped in on us at NUNUs one random day in 2006 on his way from our smallest state, to make mayhem and ménage in the land of musicmilk and harmonyhoney. Having been wooed by the tempting-hot-and-hypnotizing-hard-beat rhythm of a Beau Jacque Zydeco kinda fun, he was born again and bound to run... froM Rhode Island he landed dead center in our roiling hot prairie of rhythmic pleasure! 

 

You too Tom can unbury, untold treasure!

 

https://youtu.be/A_DgrGMqDeY

 

Deftly driven , you will be woven into a crazy maze of manmade, tangled up traffic that fast-fades when a mellifluous fog fills the car with a musical mash up of sounds that surround then lay you down, smoothing over you with with a wave of swampPop heat that rocks you with a slow hand and gets you feeling swell, Tom, you’re being propelled into a new galaxy! Rest well... Doze on your ride to new found leisure!

 

I failed to mention that Kev is a certified, platinum member Uber driver Who breathes for exuberant introductions.

 

Ladies and gentlemen, one of New Orleans most enthusiastic guitarist, a singer\ songwriter, HoUse of Blues and Balcony Music Club performer, a Walking Encyclopedia of fantastic facts from his world of experiences attending So many live performances he quit counting. Kev was in the audience before Bob Dylan Knew who Bob Dylan was! A music tour guide guru of New Orleans, he comes to us by way of Rhode Island, the man with more musical mulch in his brain than anyone else on earth, Mr. Kevin Murphy!

 

You’ll go behind the scenes at each festival to meet wildly accomplished musicians from all our country offers, accompanied by “The One “ who needs no introduction

Grammy winning master Cajun and zydeco Et al, fiddling wizard Louis Michot. Sky is the limit when you hang with Louis. He’s the best of the best! And he knows everybody! https://www.google.com/search?q=louis+Michot&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari

 

You can talk Music business with Louis’s good friend, Mark Bingham https://www.google.com/search?q=mark+bingham+record+producer&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari

 

While you chip away at meeting those on your cast of characters list you will simultaneously be eating your way to Culinary bliss!

 

My only problem with all of this, it’s only a dream… I don’t have the money to pay your way. How I wish I did.

 

Make it happen Tom! You won’t regret it!

 

Feeling appreciated And full with gratitude in Arnaudville!

 

Merci Tom!

Debbie

 

PS

If nothing else, I hope this brought you a bit of enjoyment and put a smile on your face! 

https://youtu.be/8cdnF3NUSCY

Haha! That most definitely brought a smile to my face. Thank you for typing it up, no need to apologise for those grammatical things.

 

Hope you have a lovely day and keep enjoying life!

 

Take care.

 

Best,

 

Tom @ Aldora Britain Records 

I sent this link. Subject:  One More Reason

 

https://youtu.be/3YHVC1DcHmo



Tom sends me this email:

This link hasn't worked! Please try again, I am intrigued!

 

Best,

 

Tom @ Aldora Britain Records  

On Thursday, 10 June 2021, 15:38:41 BST, Debbie LaGrange <debbiehlagrange@gmail.com> wrote:

 

https://youtu.be/3YHVC1DcHmo

 

I thought, “He’s intrigued!” He’s hooked! Now all I have to do is reel him in!

Hahahah

 

Thanks for the fun Tom! And, we haven’t even started with my music, yet”

Can’t wait!


Debbie

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"When the idea for a t-shirt design first occurred to me I did the research. The four pillars that hold up the foundation for my entrepreneurial endeavor:  T-shirts, mosquitoes, music and dreams, have stood the test of time.

"Outside of Iceland,* my four anchors, are old and current at the same time. They are universal ties that help bind the world at a time when so many people are trying to tear it apart. A perfect product for an art gallery at NuNu’s in Arnaudville LA or the UN gift shop in New York City, my t-shirts carry a necessary message that bears playing and singing out in every language, on every instrument, to every person, from the cradle to the grave!

"What better way to deliver that, "March to your own beat, keep on keeping on, don't give in to the naysayers" message than to stamp it on the world's favorite garment and ship it to every corner of the earth!


"The idea behind the design is nothing new. I like hearing it my way, the Cajun French way!"

Life’s a challenge
Better believe
Write your own theme
Mosquitoes sting
Keep up the dance
Never lose steam
Music moves you
Steady your beat
Flow like a stream
Laissez pas les moustiques voler ta musique
Don’t let the naysayers steal your life’s dream

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