The streets of New Orleans are paved with treble clefs....and the sidewalks swing like loose skirts. Music is embedded in the atmosphere like oxygen.....and then there's voodoo. Here is where we find ourselves, with the ghosts of the masters.....burning blood and rattling bones. Between worlds. Twilight. 

This is the first record GBS has made outside of Newfoundland. We had many options but NOLA is a mistress whose charms we could no longer resist. This city is rubbing itself all over us like some exotic spice. Every note played is flavoured with the rhythm of the Saints.....and Black Rum. 

People here would rather sing than talk. People here would rather dance than walk......and they often do. Every morning is a melody. A  symphony every nite. Smiles and tears cohabitate in open hearts and faces as people surrender to the beat of a city slowly slipping away into the sea.

The Big Easy has us all by the throat.....and we like it.

Tosh