Posts Tagged ‘Fifolet’

Musical feast in Bayou

by on Wednesday, September 9th, 2015

fifolet-musicfeast346x512Carter Denja returns to Fifolet this Saturday, September 12, with a delectable selection of food-themed music for your enjoyment.

With her vast collection of international recordings, attending one of her shows is like taking a trip around the world. She is plenty familiar with local music as well, having acted as master of ceremonies for many a New Toulouse parade during Carnival time.

“Feast Your Ears” will also feature a food trivia game, freshly concocted by Nikita Weymann, with prizes provided by Look What the Cat Dragged In.

Just a few steps southeast of the Bayou rail depot, the venue is bohemian in nature, and the show will take place out of doors. While wearing ballroom finery will raise no eyebrows, you may wish to turn out in something more comfortable.

The party begins at 1:00 PM.


Gigi Lapin lives in New Toulouse Bayou with her pet crawfish, Jimbo.

The Curious Ghost

by on Thursday, June 25th, 2015

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Bayou has changed so much recently. There is now the wonderful Fifolet, the backyard venue where I heard Bohemian and Zippedy Zabelin perform some great music. (Zippedy Zabelin, aka “Dr. Zip,” will give a concert there this Saturday at 1:00 PM.) Fifolet makes me not miss Swamp Manor so much. It is a great place to just hang out. I always enjoy watching the puppet theater, and the cats seem to enjoy it too.
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I heard a rumor about a new establishment and decided to go check it out. I found it at the east end of the railroad tracks: the soup kitchen of the Cloche du Chat, in an old church building. The sign told me that there was free food and that I could go upstairs to make a wish. Upstairs was a bell that I couldn’t resist ringing. It gave me a fish!
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Sitting at the nice desk on the porch was very relaxing with the view of the bayou outside. I wrote a note to Cybele Snowpaw, the proprietor here, asking her some questions that she was kind enough to answer:


Welcome back. Niki told me you used to live here years ago.

Thanks muchly! And yes, that’s right. I washed up onto the banks of the bayou in days of yore—and after having a great time shooting zombies and drinking from barrels and being slumped on porches, I became a wandering recluse for reasons only guessed at. I’m still guessing.

Is there a reason this soup kitchen is a church?

Well, apart from the abandoned church having already popped up and then gone peregrinating and then decided to return by special summoning—he who was and is and always shall be Fatty the King of Kitties, decided to annex it to his boundless realm. And by his grace (and at the kind suggestion and through the bountiful arts of Miz Nikita Weymann), he decreed that there should be a place where wanderers and dreamers and ne’er-do-wells can all nap and chase their tails after receiving a bit o’ some steaming potage to soothe the savage hungry beast within.

Miss Cybele Snowpaw

Miss Cybele Snowpaw


It seems dedicated to felines. Why?

There is no life without kitties. Also—to bear tribute to he who was and is and always shall be (etc.) Fatty the King of Kitties. He came from parts unknown to rule for eight auspicious years (as has been recorded in worthy books of history), and then he succumbed to kidney degradation deriving from a poor but preferred diet of curried garbage, leaving many loyal hearts bereft. Now, thanks to la Cloche du Chat and his remaining retinue and his beneficence, a tasty but health-giving meal of jambalaya and raw seafood is available to all.
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Nice touch with the church bell that gives wishes and fishes. How come?

Oh, thank you. Well, Fatty, in his most recent lifetime, was a great granter of wishes. He himself was a wish granted, or rather he decided after turning up and taking over that he was exactly what one would wish for—and now that all the catch belongs to him in his present expanded being, he figures that no one who appeals to him for their heart’s desire should leave without a fish in the hand, that being better than two noisy birds in the bush. And about the bell, well, he’s just a big old romantic who loves a good sonorous thing in a pretty golden form.


I guess I have a new place to relax, one where I feel safe. See you on the bayou!


The Ghost of Liza Veliz fell in love with New Toulouse at first sight. She publishes books by various authors; find them at her reading cafe on Shotgun Row. She also operates a bookstore and tattoo parlor in Gloryville, at the corner of Royale and Rossignol.

Zippedy Zabelin in concert this Saturday

by on Wednesday, May 6th, 2015

zip-fifolet“Armed with his trusty arsenal of guitars, Dr. Zip will assault your headmeat with some folking great tunes and songs. Protective gear recommended. Radium products for sale at the merch table.”

That is what we have in store for us, according to whoever poured my coffee at Fifolet today. I can’t be more specific about my source, since the server was wearing, among other things, a mask involving tentacles that will no doubt haunt my dreams. Whoever she was, she had access to the coffee.

Mr. Zippedy Zabelin, aka “Dr. Zip,” has been heard before in New Toulouse, when he demonstrated a strange instrument called a theremin, which one listener at the Artist Residency function described as sounding like “tiny whales.” My tentacled Hebe neither mentioned this instrument nor any whalesong, so presumably a more familiar experience involving guitar plucking and human vocalizations will take place this weekend.

Better wear protective gear, though, just in case.

Zippedy Zabelin
Saturday, May 9
1:00 PM
Fifolet


Jack Mondieu is a figment of his own imagination.

Bayou concert this weekend

by on Thursday, April 9th, 2015

fifolet-grand-opening341x512A bohemian hangout in New Toulouse Bayou will celebrate its grand opening this Saturday with—appropriately enough—a Bohemian concert.

Named for the eerie floating swamp light that is said to lead to hidden treasure, Fifolet Invites the general public to attend a free open-air performance by SL musical treasure Bohemian. Accompanying himself on Spanish guitar, Bohemian interprets old favorites and sings original songs about his view on life, his social experiences, and his interactions with the inner self.

The concert begins at 1:00 PM this Saturday, April 11. Fifolet, steps from the train depot at Bayou #2, is open now and welcomes guests at any time of the day or night.


Jack Mondieu once followed a fifolet, but it turned out to be someone smoking a cigarette on the other side of the coulee; there was no treasure, only a seamstress bill for the ripped trousers.