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By Rob Patterson

Published on November 25, 1999

Although New Orleans is the main attraction in Louisiana for music fans, as too many House of Blues T-shirts attest, the state's real musical magic, and maybe the best food too, is actually found in the heart of Cajun country to the west of the Crescent City. In fact, the town to visit just may be Eunice, the hometown of accordionist Geno Delafose.

But the great shame of that area of Louisiana, where the music is soulful and real and the food as delectable as manna from heaven, is that it also remains one of our nation's most segregated pockets. Although Cajun music and Creole zydeco are true country cousins sharing similar roots, rhythms, French-language lyrics and a central focus on the accordion, a well-ingrained separatism forms a steely Great Divide.

It's there at Fred's Lounge, where every Saturday morning in nearby Mamou, what may be the most delightful daytime club gig in the world takes place. Donald Thibodeux & Cajun Fever perform a danceable musical brunch for a local radio broadcast, while an ol' gal known as "Tante Su de Mamou" -- her Tshirt tells you so -- serves up delightful (and free) samples of local boudin. Couples regularly take to the tiny dance floor to work off that Cajun sausage. But underneath the amazingly warm and welcoming atmosphere, there's still an implicit message: no blacks allowed. That attitude became obvious when a friend told a local regular she'd been dancing with that she was in town to attend the zydeco fest. His reaction: "What do you want to go listen to that nigger music for?"

Delafose knows how closely related the two styles are. "And they so separate," the talented young bandleader bemoans with a sigh. "I always played Cajun and zyedco. I played both of them. And I like them, and I grew up with both of them. I didn't want to get involved in the big scene that's going on. I didn't want to be like everybody else. So I decided I'd play that side. And that's what I played with my dad, and I enjoyed it, and people liked it."

Playing both flavors of the musical roux is just what Delafose does on his most recent album, La Chanson Perdue. Featuring guests Christine Balfa (the guitar-playing daughter of Cajun music pioneer Dewey Balfa), her fiddler husband, Dirk Powell, both of Balfa Tojours, and Eunice-based Cajun accordionist Steve Riley, a high school peer of Delafose's, Perdue is a truly Creole album that offers a cross-cultural jambalaya that's as tasty as it comes. That's because Delafose has never assigned a color to his mixture of musical ingredients, thanks in large part to his late father, John Delafose, the accordion-playing leader of the Eunice Playboys, who listened to everything.

Rather than dwell on the racial divide, Delafose prefers to accentuate the obvious ties between Cajun and Creole musical culture. He has Anglo allies in Balfa and Riley, who count on Delafose's support in return. "I used to see Christine come to the dances a lot at Richard's," Delafose recalls, referring to a popular local hangout. "That was like when I was like 15, 16, playin' with my dad's band. She would come to the dances. And things hadn't changed like they are today. It was pretty segregated and stuff. And when you'd see a white person in a club, you knew they were from out of town. They just didn't know no better. But they ain't never had no trouble or anything like that.

"Christine, she would come, and she'd watch us play and stuff and have a good time. And I admired that. And after I found out she was Mr. Dewey's daughter, I talked to her a few times. I don't really remember when I officially met her and got to know herŠ.It was probably at some festivals and stuff and I met her husband and all that, and then we got to playin'. [Balfa Tojours is] keeping the tradition going, and I'm doing the same thing," he says.

"Then after that, I always wanted someone to play acoustic guitar and fiddle with me, and since I was friends with them, I didn't hesitate at all to ask them to play with me," he says. "And they were thrilled to death. And I loved it, because I really like the sound of acoustic guitar. I like to let people know that, hey, just because I'm black don't mean I can't play Cajun music, or just because you're white, you can't play zydeco. It doesn't have a color to it. It has a color to it because you put a color to it, that's why. Anybody can play it."

If only everyone else in this Louisiana sub-culture thought the same way. The U.S. Justice Department has filed a handful of lawsuits against southern Louisiana clubs over the past few years for violating Title II of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which makes it illegal for a club to deny a customer admission based on his or her skin color. La Poussiere in Breaux Bridge was just one of the places the Justice Department pursued. It, like the others, reached an agreement with the Justice Department out of court. But while the government may have opened up these clubs to all customers, the feds can't change the attitudes of the people who frequent them.

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