Sadly, after years of working the crawfish and rice farms in Southwest Louisiana, the addition of new farming technology created a downsizing in this industry. After pulling together our collective resources, we bought the necessary equipment and instruments (all except Matt. He built his accordion) and returned to playing the music of our ancestors.
Our first venture was in an old rice mill on Hwy. 190 that doubled as a bar after all the grain had been loaded, and trucks dispersed. Back in the 50's, old man Pochier would have dances there, and allow the young Cajun musicians a chance to show what they had and swagger a little. The alcohol in the bar consisted of whatever he could gather from his buddies just looking to have a good time, and the rice liquor he would make without Mrs. Pochier knowing about it. Again, this was back in the 50's, and the place had long since been missing the rumble of the accordion, the crying and jubilation of the fiddle, and the old French lyrics.
After reclaiming the stage from the family of possums that had taken up residence underneath, we began unloading our sound equipment and instruments. Quickly, a sound check was performed, and within minutes the sound of old Cajun tunes flowed within and out of the old rice mill. People who had been passing by on Hwy. 190 and happened to hear our music, began to wander in. Every time we attempted to take a break, we were met with cries of rebelliousness.
We continued to play until everyone in the converted rice mill had found what they were seeking on the inside. If they wanted to drink away their problems, they could. If they wanted to lament over lost loves or opportunities they could, or if they just wanted to laugh and dance to the swaying beat of the old music, they could. We realized that what we did was provide an outlet to folks, and in doing so we decided on our name, "Chansons et Soûlards". Hope you like our music, and hope it gives you an outlet for whatever you have happening in your life.