If you genetically spliced Nikola Tesla with Devo and Ed Wood, you’d get something that approximates the New Orleans resident sub-genius/musician Quintron. Like an analog smorgasbord of butt-shaking fun-rock, the multi-instrumentalist whips up a one-man party few can match.
On stage, Quintron plays a custom-made Hammond organ/Fender Rhodes synthesizer combo, accompanied by his rotating, light-activated Drum Buddy — a machine he invented, along with the Spit Machine and Disco Light Machine. (The former is a hand organ that changes pitch by using saliva as a tuning conductor.) And as if that weren’t enough, Quintron’s wife, Miss Pussycat, usually opens each gig with a surreal puppet show.
Quintron & Miss Pussycat roll into Lafayette to play the Blue Moon with The Babies on Feb. 14. A Quintron show might not be your first thought for a romantic Valentine’s Day, but it certainly won’t be one you will forget. Do it.
Post Haste with Quintron:
What is love? Why would anyone care what Quintron thinks love is? Love is like a Blob. And it is also the featured word in the title of my new record — Too Thirsty 4 Love.
Is marriage/monogamy an outdated institution? No. But don’t you hate it when someone insists that you become best buddies with their latest fling and then one month later — after they split — you are expected to hate their guts and never talk to them again at the risk of losing your old friend? Married people don’t normally present this problem so they can be less annoying to have as friends, but the downside is that married people can also be really, really boring.
What do you buy a puppet in love? That question is so stupid I can’t even think of a stupid answer. (Editor’s note: The correct answer is “beef jerky.”)
What role does love play in the Quintron sound and inventions? I will be serious and say that there are a lot of people and things that I love, to the point of obsession. Love is in everything that I write about and everything that I create. It really is like water or oxygen. I love music. I love nightlife, beer, puppets, sleazy club owners, girls that dance, matching outfits, old radio, the show 30 Rock, Lux Interior (RIP), Mardi Gras, electric organs, cats, Miss Pussycat, and on and on and on. “If ever I cease to love” I will be screwed. That will be the day that I die.
What is not love? The new black metal record I just recorded by a band called Tire Fire. Totally not love, but out soon on cassette only on Rhinestone Records.
There will soon be a whole lot of shakin’ going on at Benny’s Sportshack Supplement Depot, a new concept by Opelousas native Benny Nele. Located at 2002 Johnston St., the supplement shop, smoothie bar and café, featuring hot off the press paninis and wraps, plans to open in late May.
Philip deMahy Sr., a once respected New Iberia ad exec, was sentenced May 2 to spend the next two years (he faced up to 100 years) in a state penitentiary after state and federal investigators found dozens of images depicting children engaged in lewd sexual acts on his personal computer.
This year’s Cool Town issue is all about people who are not native to South Louisiana but made a conscious decision to be here, to be among us, to participate in our culture and contribute to it.
A shelved ordinance transferring $200,000 from a northside drainage project to a south Lafayette development may not break any laws, but it stinks to high heaven.
An effort to restore a shuttered dancehall and document other vacant or razed honky-tonks could serve as a model for saving an endangered species of entertainment.
Lafayette’s gene pool has been host to a long line of eccentric characters who have blurred the lines between crazy, genius, disturbed and curiously entertaining.
If you genetically spliced Nikola Tesla with Devo and Ed Wood, you’d get something that approximates the New Orleans resident sub-genius/musician Quintron. Like an analog smorgasbord of butt-shaking fun-rock, the multi-instrumentalist whips up a one-man party few can match.
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