Cajuns ( /ˈkeɪdʒən/; French: les Cadiens or les Acadiens, [le kadjɛ̃, lez‿akadjɛ̃]) are an ethnic group mainly living in the U.S. state of Louisiana, consisting of the descendants of Acadian exiles (French-speakers from Acadia in what are now the Canadian Maritimes). Today, the Cajuns make up a significant portion of south Louisiana's population, and have exerted an enormous impact on the state's culture.
While Lower Louisiana had been settled by French colonists since the late 18th century, the Cajuns trace their roots to the influx of Acadian settlers after the Great Expulsion from their homeland during the French and Indian War (1754 to 1763). The Acadia region to which modern Cajuns trace their origin consisted largely of what are now Nova Scotia and the other Maritime provinces, plus parts of eastern Quebec and northern Maine. Since their establishment in Louisiana the Cajuns have developed their own dialect, Cajun French, and developed a vibrant culture including folkways, music, and cuisine.
Hadley J. Castille (March 3, 1933 – ) is a prominent Cajun fiddler.
Castille was born to a Cajun French speaking family. His father was named François Castille. He learned to play the fiddle from his Uncle Cyprien Castille at around the age of 9. After moving around for a while, he ended up in Pecaniere - a small community near Leonville, LA. Here, he first heard "Jole Blon" by Harry Choates during a trip to the The Silver Slipper, a grocery store and bar. The song inspired him to take up a new style of playing. In the early 1950s, he started playing at Roy's Bar in Port Barre, LA and local house parties. Also, they played on the KSLO "Amateur Hour" segments on Saturday mornings. After graduating, Castille moved to New Orleans to play in a country band. However, after four to five months he moved back to Leonville, and eventually enlisted in the US Army. The Korean War ended soon after arriving in Fort Hood, Texas. He spent his entire service in Killeen, Texas, where he played in an on base band. After service, he backed off from music to focus on family and his plumbing business.
Anthony Michael "Tony" Bourdain (born June 25, 1956) is an American chef, author and television personality. He is well known for his 2000 book Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly, and is the host of Travel Channel's culinary and cultural adventure programs Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations and The Layover.
A 1978 graduate of the Culinary Institute of America and a veteran of numerous professional kitchens, Bourdain is currently a chef-at-large, whose home base is Brasserie Les Halles, New York where he was executive chef for many years.
Anthony Bourdain was born in New York City to Pierre (d.1987) and Gladys Bourdain, and grew up in Leonia, New Jersey. Bourdain has French ancestry on his father's side; his paternal grandfather emigrated from France to New York following World War I. Bourdain's mother worked for the New York Times as a staff editor. Bourdain was a student at Englewood School for Boys, graduating in 1973. He attended Vassar College before dropping out after two years, and graduated from the Culinary Institute of America in 1978.
Chance (Hobo): Courtesy pays big dividends and doesn't cost a penny.
[last lines]::Mayor Daugette: She's barefoot!
[repeated line]::Beauregard Cazeau: There is no Marquis!
[Magnolia is trying to pronounce merci beaucoup]::Magnolia Daugette: Mercy buck up.
Murlis Boozer: Say, I didn't know cats could sing.::Puss: Betcha never asked 'em. Ain't ya got no curiosity?::Murlis Boozer: Yeah, I heard that killed a relative of yours!::Puss: Lies and slander! Lies and slander!
Plot
In 1930s New Orleans, the Cincinnati Kid, a young stud poker player who travels from one big game to the next, stopping along the way up with various girls, is pitted against the legendary champion card-sharp Lancey Howard in a high-stakes poker game.
Keywords: 1930s, adultery, apple, based-on-novel, bathtub, beer, betting, billiards, blackmail, blues-club
A RAMBLING - GAMBLING MAN ... ! !
HIGH FURY AND GNAWING FEAR!!
He'd take on anyone, at anything, anytime ....it was only a matter of who came first!
[Slade blackmails Shooter into cheating on his dealing so the Kid will beat Howard]::Shooter: Hey, why are you doing this? It can't be for money.::Slade: Yes, for my kind of money, gut money. I wanta to see that smug old bastard gutted. Gutted!::Shooter: Like he gutted you.::Slade: Yes, that's right, that's right!
Lancey Howard: [to Cincinnati Kid] You're good, kid, but as long as I'm around, you're only second best.
[Shooter's wife Melba is altering a jigsaw puzzle piece with a nail file]::Shooter: Melba, why do you do that?::Melba: So it'll fit, stupid.::Shooter: No, I'm not talking about that. What I'm asking is... do you, uh, have to cheat at everything?::Melba: At everything?::Shooter: Yes. At... solitaire. I've yet to see you play one game of solitaire without cheating.::Melba: So what?::Shooter: Look, you're just cheating yourself, don't you understand? You'll be the loser, no one else but yourself!... You've ruined the puzzle, now, that doesn't go in there.::[She forces the altered piece into place]::Melba: Does now.
Lancey Howard: Gets down to what it's all about, doesn't it? Making the wrong move at the right time.::Cincinnati Kid: Is that what it's all about?::Lancey Howard: Like life, I guess. You're good, kid, but as long as I'm around you're second best. You might as well learn to live with it.
Cincinnati Kid: Listen, Christian, after the game, I'll be The Man. I'll be the best there is. People will sit down at the table with you, just so they can say they played with The Man. And that's what I'm gonna be, Christian.::Christian: I know.
Cincinnati Kid: You call that an argument?::Slade: No, that's a fact. The argument's leaning over there against the door jamb.::[Referring to his muscleman]
Slade: How the hell did you know I didn't have the king or the ace?::Lancey Howard: I recollect a young man putting the same question to Eddie the Dude. "Son," Eddie told him, "all you paid was the looking price. Lessons are extra."
Slade: Six stacks, is that right, Shooter?::Shooter: Six.::Slade: Well, we've been playing 30 hours... uh, that rate, six thousand, that makes roughly, uh, $200 an hour. Thank you for the entertainment, gentlemen. I am particularly grateful to Lancey, here; it's been a rewarding experience to watch a great artist at work. Thank you for the privilege, sir.::Lancey Howard: Well now, you're quite welcome, son. It's a pleasure to meet someone who understands that to the true gambler, money is never an end in itself, it's simply a tool, as a language is to thought. Good evening, uh... Mr. Slade.::Slade: Good evening, Mr. Howard.
Lady Fingers: How you holdin' up, Lancey?::Lancey Howard: Lady Fingers, that young man is a stud poker playing son of a...::Lady Fingers: He's gettin' to you, ain't he?::Lancey Howard: No, Lady, he hasn't gotten to me.
Lancey Howard: [thinking on what he said to Lady Fingers] No, Lady; he hasn't gotten to me. Not yet; but he might, he just might.
Plot
"The Mystery of the Riverboat" while ending each chapter with a cliffhanger is more episodic in nature than the usual Universal serial and somewhat similar to Universal's 1934 "Tailspin Tommy" in that aspect as some plot lines are completed as a story within the overall story. Plus, while some serials often contained a title song or motif throughout, this one has six songs scattered around and about performed by either Marion Martin - and we have no idea if she was dubbed or did her own warbling - and former Three Mesquiteer and future head Mouseketeer Jimmie Dodd, who did his own. The overly-plotted (for juvenile Saturday matinée audiences to keep up with over a period of 13 weeks) story finds three Louisiana families, the Langtrys, Perrins and Duvals, as co-owners of swamp land in the Louisiana bayou country. Unaware that the property contains rich "nitrolene" deposits, they are considering an offer from speculator Herman Einreich, who is well aware of the secret, having killed the scientist who discovered it and stolen his geological maps and notes. He boards a river boat, "The Morning Glory", heading for Duval's Landing. Others on the boat are the skipper, Captain Ethan Perrin, his daughter Jenny; Steve Langtry; Rudolph Toller; Bruno Bloch and Louis Shaber who represent a foreign faction also interested in the land; and a bearded man named Clayton, who is really the disinherited renegade son of the Duvals, Paul Duval, who thinks his brother Jean has cheated him out of his share of the Duval estate and going home to get even. With the aid of Batiste, "Clayton" murders Einreich, steals his maps and almost kills Steve and Jenny, who are saved by Napoleon, ship steward and Steve's friend. The Toller gang, assisted by ship entertainer Celeste Eltree, and headed by Rudolph Toller, pin Einreich's murder on Steve, who heads for the swamps at the end of chapter six, where he encounters some hostile Cajuns in Chapter 7, and ends up in a jail that ends up floating down the river when the levee breaks. But there are still six chapters to go, with lots of plot left, including chapter 12, where Steve, in a twist from the usual serial hero, manages to blow himself up as opposed to the villains doing it for him.
Keywords: explosion, lawyer, levee, louisiana, mississippi-river, murder, new-orleans-louisiana, porter, quicksand, riverboat
Oh, oh, oh you pretty, pretty baby!
Cause I'm about to take you home with me tonight, girl!
High heels and a trench coat,
Hotter than a steamboat sailing on a summer day,
Must say, you're the baddest thing I've seen, girl!
When you walked to my front door,
My neck broke for real... turn around and let me see!
What you're working with, ?
Bridge:
So come on over here, please don't make me wait too long!
I'm not serving you, so many things I wanna do!
You're like, so hurry up and let me in!
Darling, I can't wait, it's too late,
But I'm gonna make you mine tonight!
Chorus:
You gonna be mine tonight,
I'm gonna sign my name upon it!
You gonna be mine tonight,
Cause when I finish I'm on it!
You gonna be mine tonight,
Oh, my, oh my!
Cause I'm about to cop, cop, copyright that body, yeah!
Cause I'm about to cop, cop, copyright that body, yeah!
You make me so proud of myself when I look you, you,
I'm about to put it on you, let me know if you can take that!
I've bet my last hundred bill on it,
Then take you for a ride with a thrill on it,
Better than Maybach with the wheels on it,
Put you to sleep, wake up, when you still want it!
Bridge:
So come on over here, please don't make me wait too long!
I'm not serving you, so many things I wanna do!
You're like, so hurry up and let me in!
Darling, I can't wait, it's too late,
But I'm gonna make you mine tonight!
Chorus:
You gonna be mine tonight,
I'm gonna sign my name upon it!
You gonna be mine tonight,
Cause when I finish I'm on it!
You gonna be mine tonight,
Oh, my, oh my!
Cause I'm about to cop, cop, copyright that body, yeah!
Cause I'm about to cop, cop, copyright that body, yeah!
You see, exclusively you are mine,
I got a legal to that body, baby
And I'mma do you just fine!
You gotta worry about nobody baby!
You don't think,
Chorus: (x2)
You gonna be mine tonight,
I'm gonna sign my name upon it!
You gonna be mine tonight,
Cause when I finish I'm on it!
You gonna be mine tonight,
Oh, my, oh my!
Cause I'm about to cop, cop, copyright that body, yeah!
Hey it's in the... in the house tonight
... in the house tonight,... in the house tonight
You know exactly what I wanna do
Won't tell, won't tell, go tell
You know exactly what I wanna do
Won't tell, won't tell, go tell
Do yeah, do yeah, do yeah
Know exactly what I wanna do yeah
Know exactly what I wanna do yeah
Do yeah, do yeah, do yeah
Won't tell, won't tell, go tell
Know exactly what I wanna do yeah
Shawty when I buy you a dream at the bar
And I take you out of my car
It's 3 o'clock in the morning girl
You know exactly what I wanna do yeah
And when I get you back to my room
We can pop up at the bottle baby
We can go and do it baby
Chorus:
You know exactly what I wanna do yeah
Do yeah, do yeah, do yeah
You know exactly what I wanna do yeah
Do yeah, do yeah, do yeah
You know exactly what I wanna do
Won't tell, won't tell, go tell
You know exactly what I wanna do
Won't tell, won't tell, go tell
You know exactly what I wanna do
After the party we can have it enough the party
We can go and let me never low your body
Then you can drop me get me... like it training
For sexual... now bubbin, we bubbin we, bubbin we
Right after that I'll be sweatin at your...
You don't be screaming for some more when I get through
[Chorus:]
We can get up on this room baby it's just me and you
We can get up on this room, if you want to shawty
We can get up on this room, baby it's just me and you
But double you hotel, at Hilton hotel,... hotel
But baby I... hotel... hotel
And I get you in that bed
Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho
Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho
I don't ever wanna love again
I'm broken and I can't be mended
Throw my heart away
Cause it's broken in pieces
What would you do if you were me?
This love is blind and I can't see
Take the pain away,
Or just tell me I'm dreaming
There's no remedy, for this pain that I feel
No 2 times a week, no love therapy
So why am I here? Why we're wasting our time?
If love does exist, please show me a sign
I crawl myself to sleep at night
I can't eat please tell me why
I'm drowning, can you save me, can you
I don't ever wanna love again
I'm broken and I can't be mended
Throw my heart away
Cause it's broken in pieces
What would you do if you were me?
This love is blind and I can't see
Take the pain away,
Or just tell me I'm dreaming
I gave my heart away, got nothing I return
Should I seek revenge, or call it a lesson learnt
What more do I give? When I have it all before
So hurt inside, my heart can't take no more
I crawl myself to sleep at night
I can't eat please tell me why
I'm drowning, can you save me, can you
I don't ever wanna love again
I'm broken and I can't be mended
Throw my heart away
Cause it's broken in pieces
What would you do if you were me?
This love is blind and I can't see
Take the pain away,
Or just tell me I'm dreaming
Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho
Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho
Feeling like go oho
Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho
Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho
I don't ever wanna love again
I'm broken and I can't be mended
Throw my heart away
Cause it's broken in pieces
What would you do if you were me?
This love is blind and I can't see
Take the pain away,
So I'm hanging out with my home boys,
Looking for something to get into
I'm getting dumb out too bad
Maybe we came for some hard girls
Looking for nothing but hot girls
I got a whole lot to say
, at my eye over there, got her making my business
To let her know that I think she's cute,
And I wanna start a,
So tell me whether you looking for
I can be all that you need and more
And we can go anywhere you like
I'm the right type of style for the right type of girl
Imma bad boy, Imma bad boy
If you're the right type of girl come and kick it with me
Imam bad boy you ask, cause good guys finish last
Imam bad boy, imam bad boy
You say you starting to wonder, you should give me your number
Don't even know if you can trust me
I know you think I'm a wild boy
But I just can't help it nah
Maybe a girl like you can tame me
No you don't believe it, I don't try to be mischievous
I just go with the flow
I'm just, letting you know
So tell me whether you looking for
I can be all that you need and more
And we can go anywhere you like
I'm the right type of style for the right type of girl
Imma bad boy, Imma bad boy
If you're the right type of girl come and kick it with me
Imam bad boy you ask, cause good guys finish last
Imam bad boy, imam bad boy X 2
Imma bad boy, but baby I'm good for you
If you want me too, just let me know
You're a good girl and baby I'm good with that
But it's a fact, opposites attrack
Imam bad boy, let me be your bad boy
Let me be your bad boy
I'm the right type of style for the right type of girl
Imma bad boy, Imma bad boy
If you're the right type of girl come and kick it with me
Imam bad boy you ask, cause good guys finish last