Delgres could well be the missing link in caribbean culture. Or could it be the missing link of blues?? Anonymous, deported once again, fleeing Bonapartist repression of 1802. From Guadeloupe to America, still the air vibrates from the remaining fragrance of a secret blues, whispered solely at night fall. Long forgotten heroes that only the heart remembers… father, mother, cousin, brother or friend that no one will ever mention in books or papers but who gave everything, silently.
Such as Louise Danae ( Pascal’s ancester) freed from slavery in 1841 along with her three children. She was 27. Delgres, retrieved memory of blended songs, dances and tears of the long lost drifting souls of New-Orleans. When the blues gets loud! Sound of rust, struggle and hope. A broken barrel of guadeloupean rum flooding the mississipi delta, getting everybody drunk. So much so that africans, indians, poor whites and all the others don’t really know where to stand anymore; so they dance! They dance to that ragged blues!
And here we are, prestigious clandestins, aboard this ship,freely sailing from Pointe a Pitre to Congo square, from Lafayette to Basse Terre, under carribean stars, all together, yet alone with Delgres. by Delgres