I've never been to New Orleans on our southern border, so bayou is really just a word to me and Bourbon Street, Mardi Gras, they're just sweat glistening drunken concepts. If I never get to New Orleans, never have a good Louisiana downpour drench me to the bone on a summer day where the humidity hangs like a blanket, Shainee Gabel's Love Song for Bobby Long may be the closest I'll ever get