April 29, 2015 - Satori in Crowley

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Crowley Louisiana. Crao-Lee. Crowley is a small town smack between New Orleans and Houston. Deep south as far as we could tell. We drove in through heavy showers, sheets of rain, on a lifted highway speeding past the tops of trees poking out of whatever waterway it was. Confusing and eerie with houses on stilts, houses Leaning-Tower-of-Pisa-like sinking into the water.

We’d been booked for a show as part of an outdoor concert series that, due to the drenching, had been moved inside to what looked initially like the kind of place you would have your bingo-themed bar mitzvah party. We loaded in quickly onto a tiny stage, next to a massive electronic bingo machine. The instincts of honeyhoney should not be doubted.

Soundcheck went smoothly. A pro-ass sound crew had been employed with names like “ Spanky” and “ Boo Boo” and we scurried off for a few minutes to put on our stage clothes, makeup, cod pieces. As we were leaving a crowd was filing in; a gang of blue hairs, oldsters, SENIOR citizens staking their claim on the few folding chairs and tables set up and it began to dawn on us who this show was for. It was for EVERYBODY, from the whippersnappers of Crowley to the matri/ patriarchy. A rare thing! At least for ol’ honeyhoney band. We play in bars, theaters, opening up for famous people, night clubs, caves, PAC’s, living rooms and through all that we say it is a RARE thing to play for the whole spectrum of the community. This is a different energy. It feels to us a very special energy saddling you with a feeling of history and an invitation at understanding a bit more of what our job actually IS. Beyond any attempt to, “make it”, or acquire representation or ape the lifestyles of heroes or express personal triumphs or failures accompanied by drums, our job as performing musicians isn’t always clear. Most of it is to help foster an environment where people can sit around and FEEL ( hopefully good) together. Maybe feel on each OTHER if the moment is right (rawrrr)! To experience the same thing communally and in totality, from a band doing whatever they do in front of you to the dude being weird about it right next to you. It binds us together. It gives us the emotional strength to progress. What we experienced in Crowley was powerful. We experienced WELCOME and respect and bb guns and frogging. Boudin and endless rain. We witnessed a town with a vibrant sense of itself, what it enjoys, and how it wants to grow. We were lucky enough to reflect that back in our small way. It made us feel like we were doing our job. It reminded us of Bill Monroe the mandolin virtuoso who played in high school gyms and in community centers; Elvis Presley too, playing the Louisiana Hayride and freaking whole towns out at the same time.

We don’t know if we freaked you out Crowley but we sure loved hanging with you, you just let us know when we can come back and do it again. Love,
honeyhoney

ps boudin is a sausage.