By Kai Wada Roath
Ambassador of Confusion Hill and host of the Super Shangri-La Show
"They tied ten onions 'round my naval string,
Then they cut it and they baked it and made it into a ring.
Come on Shango, Satan come to me,
Let me speak what I can't see"
-- Exuma, "Mama Loi, Papa Loi"
Do you believe in time-travel? I do and this evening I plan on putting on my baby-blue corduroy suit, slipping on my Swatch watch (with twisted rubber guards), stuffing some old currency in my shabby wallet, and laying on top my bed sheets like Christopher Reeve in Somewhere in Time. There, after deep meditation and astral-projection, I will transport back in time to the French Quarter in 1983, where I will stroll to the Old Absinthe House and pleasantly "Chase the Green Fairy" till I’m beyond inebriated, while listening to the haunting Obeah moans and melodic hoodoo folk songs of the musician Tony McKay, who played there often while he lived in New Orleans in the early '80s. Tony was known to most, but far too few, as the musician called Exuma.