Charless B Neville

Man's fate has its tiny precise signs in distant past preceding conclusion of events. Why do I remember an exact position of a paperback - Louis Armstrong's "My Life in New Orleans" in the bookstore window and walking in and buying it. We had thousands of books and we just do not recall any circumstances of a purchase. And the sound of bulging bass of George Porter, moody voice of Arthur Neville and the rest of the Meters from ancient radio on the tabletop, mesmerizing with "Fayo on the Bayou". We wouldn't even think of crossing the ocean then, less walking the streets and breath humid air of specific place that generated that agreeable and also slightly disturbing music. "Fayo on the Bayou" indeed - the place incinerated our lives and now is pulverizing leftover ashes. Man's fate has its tiny precise signs in distant past preceding conclusion of events. Why do I remember an exact position of a paperback - Louis Armstrong's "My Life in New Orleans" in the bookstore window and walking in and buying it. We had thousands of books and we just do not recall any circumstances of a puand the rest of the Meters from ancient radio on the tabletop, mesmerizing with "Fayo on the Bayou". We wouldn't even think of crossing the ocean then, rchase. And the sound of bulging bass of George Porter, moody voice of Arthur Neville less walking the streets and breathe humid air of specific place that generated that agreeable and also slightly disturbing music. "Fayo on the Bayou" indeed - the place incinerated our lives and now is pulverizing leftover ashes.

 -Michał Flisiuk