Staying here in New Orleans, you get bombarded by christmas tunes all week long.
Biggest shock of all is that some of them are actually very good, in New Orleans style.
So, I decided to make a small christmas piece of sounds I found here.
Here it is: there is no escape
Now don't expect me to go all egg nog, I'm still more fond of the solstice than baby Jesus, though they do have some nice voodoo impressions here of that.
Special thanks to the great musician by the Mississipi shore whose performance I ruthlessly snatched and mangled.