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Krewe du Vieux's 2003 main theme:        Off the Record           A chronicle of all things secret

2003 Seeds of Decline presents:    LA "CON"fidential    Bayouland trustees hit the tabloids What do Louisiana's only four-term governor, its last three insurance commissioners, and some of its most successful public figures have in common?  They've all ascended to the next level of public service-- the hall of fame of Louisiana politics-- the great iron and cement casino in the woods-- federal prison.  Join Seeds of Decline as we celebrate some of Louisiana's most beloved prisoners and the secret lives that they flaunted.  We introduce this year's theme...  LA "Con"fidential.

2003 - LA "CON"fidential      Even the rain couldn't dampen the spirits of this crowd!  The Seeds sprouted close to 100 members who turned out in their best (and often authentic) prison garb, FBI agent suits, and related attire.  Get out of jail free cards flew as readily as beads, and only time will tell how many hundreds, if not thousands, of parade-goers attempt to use them during their next DUI. We even had the honor of walking with the Canal Street brothel's madam and one of her missing johns, complete with Valentine roses and handcuffs.  And once again, the Pizza Sluts mysteriously delivered themselves to join the Seeds.  We were also honored to have our own Captain Susan Gibeault serve as parade captain for the entire krewe!!  It was a proud moment, and her planning led to a flawless run.  Click for pictures.

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January 22, 2005..... after his successful proselytizing at Monkey Hill..... Our Diety, DA GOOFY GUY  made his TRIUMPHAL ENTRY into the NEW JERUSALEM.... (AKA, The French Quarter) Beignets and Bitches were flying..... Were You?????

The Skinny....The ball was once again at the State Palace Theatre.  Our king was Al "Carnival" Johnson.  Our queen was Antoinette Cado.  We worked on our float every Saturday at 11 a.m. at the Den of Muses, 2716 Royal Street.  Our Krewe fundraiser was Saturday, December 4.

2005 - Mardi Gras Year 1 B.K. (Before Katrina)

Have you traded your oven for a Barbeque pit?     You must live on the gulf coast. Do your lines ot communication consist of two tin cans and a stretched string?      You must live on the gulf coast. Have you propositioned an Entergy or BellSouth worker for service with offers that you will later regret?     You certainly must live on the gulf coast. Come join Seeds of Decline.  Light our fire (the only heat we may see for a while) underneath the Fewtilities.  Feb. 11, 2006

Graphics courtesy of Dixie and Mike Robillard

2007 - We Rise Again!  Year 1 A.K. (After Katrina)

Masochistic Seeds of Decline and the Fool on the Hill The familiar entertainment reporter for this August fishwrap, Chris Nose, surfaces to get the word from that well - known New Orleans Personality.... Goofy Guy from the WORLD FAMOUS Krewe du Vieux. Chris Nose -     last time we saw you, Goofy Guy, you was hitting that Yellow Brick Road Home. Goofy Guy -     Oh my aching Butt Chris, I hit the road, and I was DOING IT IN THE ROAD, and  that road home hit me back.  I was heading for the high ground, and all of a sudden, I became the high ground. But I shouldn’t complain, many of us are in the same boat, repeating over and over, YOU NEVER GIVE ME YOUR MONEY.....and we can’t even afford to live on PENNY LANE. CN -     Are things like that HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE? GG    The longer I have lived here the more and more I have had to bend over.  My butt has surpassed Monkey Hill as the highest landmark.  Its been many a HARD DAY’S NIGHT since we GOT BACK TO WHERE WE ONCE BELONGED, and it ain’t any easier... It’s been a case of bend over and spread’em, and it seems as if I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER. CN-     I can’t follow you... GG -     Follow me???? Naw, just get on line!  You see, It ain’t SOMETHING NEW... When da Bro’s Bienville and Iberville got here, da locals let them hang out in a place they’d never go.... a spot between da lake and da river... Immigrants began flocking  to this mosquito filled, yellow fever ridden swamp to create a city that either burned down or flooded every few years. What didn’t kill you made you stronger... until politicians got here. CN -     I thought there were always politicians here. GG -     No, the turning point came when Andy Jackson came here with his proper American values, and hired pirates to protect the city.  They found pickings so good, they prospered.  In 1860 they put us on the wrong side of the Civil War.  They reconstructed us without the benefit of some dusky “recovery Czar” who somehow manages to pass himself off as an Australian, but in the meantime, that unemployed Chalmattian PTG Beauregard, brought his lottery to town to insure that everybody was broke and amused.  The Kingfish brought piracy to new heights in Louisiana, but my ass is seeing more traffic than the Deduct Box.  CN -     But he did leave us a bridge that you could jump off of, but then again, it might be easier to die when they put in the bicycle lane on it. GG    Things really started hopping when the FAB FOUR (Texaco, Exxon, Shell and Murphy Oil) came to town.  They kept singing HEY CRUDE as  their pipelines destroyed our wetlands, and then they decamped to Texas moving as fast as the storm surges they exposed us to. CN -    Come guy... you’re seeing the glass as half empty. GG -     My ass half empty?  It seems that its always full.... Everything is still broken, except LOVELY RITA METER MAID.... she makes sure that Oktoberfest, carnival and any other event will ensure a pain in the butt to those who try to enjoy this city, and maintain  a steady revenue to make sure that Count Chocula has travel money.         I keep trying to figure out WHAT GOES ON, and now that we have a single assessor instead of seven, the TAX MAN made sure that we get to pay seven times as much for seven times as little... after all, YESTERDAY, ALL MY TROUBLES SEEMED SO FAR AWAY..... CR -     Come on Goofy, I never saw you so bitter. GG -     Vitter?  Vitter? Yeah, he stuck it too me too, the whole time singing ALL YOU NEED IS LUST, and babbling about good family values.  On line in back of him was this lady saying I AM THE WALRUS....  Eddie Jordan was too busy shitting in his hat, and that was Keva Landrum .  SHE CAME IN THROUGH THE BATHROOM WINDOW and took over the DA’s Office. CR -     Has she made a difference? GG -     Not that I could see.  While the city’s trash contractors keep singing DO YOU WANT TO KNOW A SECRET? (I would too for those millions) you have more and more knuckleheads “keeping our Brand out there”  singing HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN.  How could SERGEANT PEPPER or the BLUE MEANIES stand up to these guys.  CN-    And you mean in after two years nothings has COME TOGETHER? GG -     It seems that THE SEA OF HOLES has converged into one, and its mine...  For some strange reason, I’m stuck on this LONG AND WINDING ROAD, and the yellow bricks ran out a long time ago. YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION, but everybody just  laughing saying that the line is getting ALL TOGETHER NOW, and plowing me EIGHT DAYS A WEEK !  Some guy wearing a bicycle helmet grunted that there would soon be cranes all over the skyline.  I hope so, IN MY LIFE!      In the meantime, its just take a deep breath while they do the hula in my butt singing OB-LA-DI, OH-BLA-DA. CN -     That sounds pretty tough.  What do you think you’re gonna do?  GG     I’m ready to hop on that YELLOW SUBMARINE, and find any port in a storm.  But then I SAW HER STANDING THERE.  I thought she was DIZZY MISS LIZZIE, but she said no, that she was a Pizza Slut.... and she was here to spread A LITTLE HEALTH FOR MY FRIENDS.  As tough as it is, I think I will try stay around for a While.  And besides, where else would I go? Where else could I live?????

2008 -- 3 A.K.(After-Katrina) in the New Orleanian Calendar

2009 -- Krewe du Vieux Stimulation Package Fannie Mae Goes Down (on Capitalism) A.K. 4 (four years After Katrina)

In these heady days, capitalism is under assault from all directions.  As the Federal Reserve prints (and prints and prints) money, banks collapse, and foreclosures rule, the Seeds paid homage to the Depression-era pasttime of Monopoly. We passed out Fannie Mae bucks, Get Out of Jail Free Cards (Bernie ddin't get his), and dressed as our favorite board game characters.  Top hats and canes ruled the day, and doubloons carried more value than greenbacks.  If you missed the Seeds in A.K. 4, you missed a good, rich time!

WWOZ broadcasted a satirical audio version of the KdV parade Saturday January 31, 2009 at midnight.  Audio parade?  Between songs chosen for each subkrewe, Keith Twitchell discussed the subkrewe’s theme, float, costume, throw or if all else fails, their most irritating personality.   That was Saturday from midnight to 3am Sunday at 90.7 fm locally or streaming worldwide at www.wwoz.org For the wussies who couldn’t stay up late then, show host Jamie Dell’Apa recorded the show and posted it for on-demand streaming audio.  The link is embedded on his playlist of the show host, Jamie Dell'Apa at:  http://www.wwoz.org/programs/playlists/2009/01/31/12+00pm/54503 A proper introduction to this show is at: http://www.wwoz.org/blog/54005

The Great Fire of 2009

In late 2009 (A.K. 4), a Great Fire roared through the Den of Muses.  Among its casualties, the inferno took the Seeds float and some of its valuable history.  The Seeds are a determined group, having survived heat, cold, floods, swarms of termites, new species of mold in previously undefined ecosystems, and even Union occupation of the City.  The members immediately held a party and to raise money to restore the razed float  Reserrection will occur in January, 2010. .