Finally, the Saints are Super Bowl Champions!
However, when you're a Saints fan, with so many losing seasons before that sacred 2010 Victory, you start to get desperate. Your brain tells you that somehow it gotta be your fault. It must be the Catholic guilt. Well, way down yonder we've got plenty of that to go around. See, New Orleans is a very European city with a strong Catholic heritage. But just as strong is the pagan culture and, of course... Voo-Doo!
Unfortunately, my Catholic religion teaches that it's a sin to cast a voodoo spell. Fortunately, I build in a mini-confession where I ask forgiveness while I'm singing and sinning. In the "Bless me, father," I am confessing my sin to my priest, asking for forgiveness... but not before casting that voodoo spell so I could finally see my Saints win.
Guess what? They did... well, every time we played this song. The late, great New Orleans' sportscaster, Buddy D (Deliberto), would bring me on his show. I'd be dressed as a Voodoo Shaman. We'd light candles and mix a potion somehow it worked... for awhile. That's the way it is with those Saints!
The arrangement is mine, but it was skillfully produced by Ed Loftus who is also on the electric piano, bass guitar and accordion. We wanted authenticity to the beat. So, instead of a drum machine we got a real cajun, my former drummer of many years, Mark LeBlanc. He is now a sought-after studio percussionist in Texas and is truly the genuine article. Though you will never tell from this comedy bit, he is probably one of the greatest drummers who has ever lived.
Of course, it is yours truly on lead vocal.
With hex words like, "By the crabs of Al Scramooza, no way we're gonna be a loser!" Treat yourself to an hilarious New Orleans video. We Saints Fans are really like this! Enjoy.
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