David Doucette...
"Ah, this guy is from Cape Breton Island and grew up tossing fiddle records with one of his eight brother's Archie down over the rock and out into the harbour; their mother saw them do it and when their father came home from the Park he asked where his records were. Dear mother looks out the window, chewed her gum. On the weekend there were more records. They shot those.
David Doucette was given the old man's fiddle, all right, and when the old lady died he was by that time 20 or so and off to Singapore where he worked hard to play it for a Chinese apartment building complex above the hawker stalls across the way, at night, the 119 windows all open and giving glimpse at all he would ever need.
Ah, those years went by, bai, and he kept playing that thing as a duty around Asia and Micronesia. And still, yet, Doucette was more of a cowboy song guy than anything else and can you believe it, that he learned, to play that thing like a guitar swung up under his elbow. Doucette, "Dave Deuce" "D Dazzle" to some ends then starring in rice-and-bean clubs in and around Sao Paulo for its 20 million, where in minute he is out riding with the real russlers from the Brazilian Badlands, to their hideouts and smokey kiosks. That's where he found his sound in actual truth, out there, on that hot sand where bullfrogs sit the size of a man's head. Oh it's true too that he writes novels to pay …
David Doucette...
"Ah, this guy is from Cape Breton Island and grew up tossing fiddle records with one of his eight brother's Archie down over the rock and out into the harbour; their mother saw them do it and when their father came home from the Park he asked where his records were. Dear mother looks out the window, chewed her gum. On the weekend there were more records. They shot those.
David Doucette was given the old man's fiddle, all right, and when the old lady died he was by that time 20 or so and off to Singapore where he worked hard to play it for a Chinese apartment building complex above the hawker stalls across the way, at night, the 119 windows all open and giving glimpse at all he would ever need.
Ah, those years went by, bai, and he kept playing that thing as a duty around Asia and Micronesia. And still, yet, Doucette was more of a cowboy song guy than anything else and can you believe it, that he learned, to play that thing like a guitar swung up under his elbow. Doucette, "Dave Deuce" "D Dazzle" to some ends then starring in rice-and-bean clubs in and around Sao Paulo for its 20 million, where in minute he is out riding with the real russlers from the Brazilian Badlands, to their hideouts and smokey kiosks. That's where he found his sound in actual truth, out there, on that hot sand where bullfrogs sit the size of a man's head. Oh it's true too that he writes novels to pay the bills outstanding. Strong at the Broken Places, North of Smokey are his, and in there you best find where these tunes on Last Train Out that Brazilian CD of his got formulated. He's making it though, bai, got 11,000 Real in his saddle bags: yes that Cape Breton cowboy is out there on some lonesome lassoo stretch there, out stripping the mephistophalaen in riding breeches trim, where Dazzle has come to learn like the rest of us that every land had its Badlands."
Winsloe Wright - Lonely Street Revue
