Louisiana-style music at the farmers’ market in Ladner on Sunday made my heart jump and my body lilt, dip and sway as I lingered from stall to stall, all my senses being alerted and stimulated simultaneously – the wood-smoke from the ovens in the pizza truck, the profusion of fresh flowers, vegetables, jewelry and crockery, home-made pastries and breads, and French patisserie delicacies.
As I wandered, sampled, chatted and made a few purchases, the music grew louder, and I drew closer to the small crowd of people listening to the music, some standing, others sitting on the available seating.
It was the last farmers’ market of the season and I stood there, totally mesmerized by the group of musicians – Mojo Zydeco – playing accordions and washboards. It was totally a family affair, as the youngest member couldn’t have been more than five years old, and the other child, maybe 10, but there they stood and played their washboards along with the other band members.
I felt like I was in the Big Easy, with Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin.
What a treat – better than cotton candy and ice cream.
When they finished a song, my friend and I clapped loudly. To our dismay, there was hardly any other applause. It seemed like we were the only two people there who appreciated Cajun music. In any other venue I’m sure, or I sincerely hope, this music would be thoroughly appreciated.
I felt so sad for the band, yet so grateful to have been there. It was a tremendous gift and made my decade.
What awesome food for my soul. Thank you, Mojo Zydeco. I hope you weren’t discouraged by the disgraceful lack of appreciation from the rest of the audience.