Monday, December 24, 2007

Merry Christmas


When we first met Bimbo, she was part of this Border Collie community (OK, there's a Shelty in there, too) which lives in Langton Matravers, Dorset. We saw her running on a hillside near the English Channel and she looked so much like Cammie from a distance that our hearts missed a beat and we had to get to know her.
Zoe, her mistress, said that she was a little standoffish, so we shouldn't be surprised if she didn't bond with us; she wasn't even likely to go for walks with Peggy, Zoe's mother, or other family members. But Bimbo took to us. She chose us. She bonded immediately and came to our camper and went on tour with us to pubs all over England that summer of 1996. At the end of the season we said our tearful farewells.
Next summer we were back in England and our first act was to go and get Bimbo so she could travel with us again. At the end of that summer, Zoe gave us this gift, this dog which became the third member of our traveling show. We never took her back to England: there were quarantine rules which later relaxed somewhat for continental travelers, and there were doggie passports, but Bimbo really didn't take well to air travel, so we never put her into a plane again. Zoe and Peggy never got to see her, but we kept them abreast of her life and when Bimbo passed away in October, they wept along with us.
Anyway, these are Zoe's dogs now: none of them knew Bimbo personally, but they are all members of Zoe's group and they do agility training and live with a cat and a bird and some other creatures. When we visit Langton Matravers we take them for walks on the hills and go for drinks at the Square and Compass in Worth Matravers (see the scene with the Morris dancers in our film, "La Manche: The English Channel" and the the border collies' scene in "It's Great! Britain.")
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Back Home in Louisiana


Home. Our house has survived our neglect once again and we have our new room and modern bathroom now, so it's even better than staying at a Motel 6. Without Bimbo we were able to experiment with non-Motel 6 motels and we stayed at 3 or 4 motels with indoor swimming pools. Memorable was Howard Johnson's in Lincoln, Nebraska, which had a huge pool and resort type area. The (yes) Motel 6 in Waterloo, Iowa, has a welcoming indoor pool, as does the Comfort Inn in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, which was part of our payment for doing the lecture series there. There was a least one other pool but I can't think of it at the moment.
The great thing is that during the winter months very few people use the pools, so we are mostly alone in there. And there's usually a hot tub involved as well.
And speaking of "lecture series," I refer to these wonderful institutions in New England which are FREE lecture series. A benefactor, a Carnegie, perhaps, or some such, has left a chunk of money to perpetuate the education of the masses through an annual series of illustrated lectures, and we are the current beneficiaries of this remarkable foresight. Portsmouth, NH, is one such series. The benefactor in this case being a modest school teacher named Phyllis Hodgdon whose family carries on the tradition.
I love these series best of all: others are in Concord, New Hampshire, Greene and Portland, Maine, and Woburn, Mass. These are examples of the American spirit at its greatest. The hell with jazz; give me a free lecture series any day.
Merry Christmas.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Traveling the Lost Continent



I am reading Bill Bryson's "Lost Continent" which has a great deal to say about Iowa and other places we are visiting on this first leg of the 2007-08 season. Bimbo is no longer with us, but we have a slew of memories and lots of documents of her life with us. Attached is Bimbo and the friendly squirrel near Multnomah Falls, Oregon, from a couple of years back.
Now we are in Grand Island, Nebraska, at the Island Motel in which "all the rooms are nice" (The Proprietess) and they are, but the first one we were assigned didn't do well on the High Speed Wireless, so we got an upstairs room instead. Both the rooms are nice.
The Buffalo with Marsha is in Nebraska, but not Grand Island. It's at Kearney (pronounced "Carney") where there is also a bridge across I-80. If you saw the movie "About Schmidt" — and not a lot of people did — with Jack Nicholson in an RV, you have seen this spot. It's sort of a "Now you're really in the West" type of monument, like the Arch in St. Louis, but further west.

Tomorrow, Sunday the 11th of November, Veterans Day, we do a show at the renovated Grand Theater downtown. La Manche/The English Channel has a wonderfully sad segment on the Normandy Landing Beaches and I've been pushing this feature for this show.
Yesterday we drove up from Bella Vista, Arkansas, after a show at the Arts Center of the Ozarks. It was the premier of La Manche and it went well, lots of compliments from the older folks and one guy who'd actually landed on D-Day, having taken the place of an officer who'd been killed in Operation Tiger, the one we mention where 750 men were killed by German E-boats off the Slapton Sands in Devon, several weeks before D-Day.
The other day when we did France - perhaps it was in Madison, Wisconsin - a veteran came up an gave us copies of his maps of the advance of his regiment from Omaha Beach towards St. Lo in the weeks following the landings. It was slow going and he was a medic, which probably wasn't a lot of fun.
It's great to have the reactions from these few survivors who are always so thankful and so outgoing in their appreciation of the recognition we give them in the French film and now in La Manche.
We have lots of La Manche's to do now: Fremont, Lincoln, Kearney and a couple of shows just north of Denver before we take our Thanksgiving break which involves a drive to Portland, Maine, from Colorado.
There's a lot of driving involved but the perqs are visiting with old friend and relations. In Bella Vista we stayed overnight with Cathy and Jim Reed whom we had not seen for ten years. Cathy is a dear friend from Shreveport from back in the Mr. Rooter (she got a buyer for the company), Mama Mia and Gaslight Theater days in the 1980's. Also visiting: John and Carol Bourque. Carol we knew from Shreveport and she made a great gumbo for the evening meal. Her husband John is a Cajun with a great sense of humor and joie de vivre.
In the Northeast, we'll be looking up Marsha's cousin Gary Salamacha again. We've already visited twice since we've been in this travel business, and we're looking forward to doing it again.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Natchitoches Children's Tour


The Children’s Tour

Monty and Marsha are joined on the Cane River front stage, Natchitoches, by friend Joan Heffernan (in the hat) from Roadwater, Somerset, England. Joan sings in the local choir and appears at the monthly folk club at the pub in Luxborough. She also sings two of our songs, "I Just Can't Help Myself," and "Dark Lonely Nights." The kids are third graders from the Parish.


The last week in September is time for the annual Children’s Tour in Natchitoches, Louisiana. The Association for the Preservation of Historic Natchitoches (APHN) sponsors the program which is offered to all third grade classes throughout the Parish. This past September (‘07) there were about 25 participating classes.

They arrive on their buses from all points: Cloutierville, Fairview-Alpha, Marthaville, Provencal, and many schools in the city of Natchitoches itself. There are private schools as well as public. Each class has a list of places to visit, and the schedule is overseen by Martha Wynn. It’s a labor of love for Martha.

They may start at the Prudhomme-Rouquier House, a big white mansion built of bousillage in the late 18th century; or they may start at the Court House Museum, where this year the creator of the Blue Dog, George Rodrigue, was having an exhibit.

They may start with us, down on the stage by the river: we’ll sing them songs of old Louisiana and end with a rousing version of the state song, “You Are My Sunshine.” The program starts at about 8:30 am, Monday to Friday, and runs til about noon when they climb on their buses and head back to their little towns and schools. All a great deal wiser.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

On the Road Again


We left Bossier on Saturday morning, headed up Benton Road towards Hope, Arkansas, birthplace of Bill Clinton and Mike Huckabee (who's a Republican running for president). As a sidebar, I took the test to find out which presidential candidate is closest to me on the issues and it turned out to be Dennis Kucinich. Marsha, too. Mike Huckabee was the furthest away from me.
At Hope we turned east onto I-30 and went to Benton where we sampled the luncheon buffet at Brown's. They told us there were no ribs on the menu because they had become too expensive and they didn't want to raise their prices, so they simply edited them off the buffet. Since they were the main reason we stopped for the buffet, apart from the fact that they're called Brown's, that may be the last time we stop there.
Back on the road and heading towards Memphis and just before we get there, veer north onto I-55 towards St. Louis. We stop at every Flying J within reasonable range because they usually have the cheapest diesel and we get an additional one cent per gallon off when we proffer the FJ card. Plus you can sleep there overnight in your camping van.
It's getting dark and we pass through St. Louis quite late, which is good, because traffic is minimal. About 40 miles north of the city we find a Rest Area on I-55 and pull in for the night.
Sunday and we hit the highway through Illinois. Our first destination is Madison Wisconsin, which turns out to be one thousand miles (give or take) from home. We do a little hunting around and finally settle on the old familiar Motel 6, where we stay three nights. It's within walking distance of a Big Lots, an Aldi, and a Dollar Tree. There's an Indian restaurant - the Maharaji - across the street where we do the Tuesday lunch buffet for $7.99.
Ralph Russo is the show co-ordinator, nice guy, liberal, easy to talk to. Heather runs the technical side of the show — "La Belle France" — and first night the voice is a bit fuzzy and I felt like I was pushing my voice, but it went okay. The second night we clear up the voice and it sounds much better and we get one "that was the best show ever!" from a little old lady.
Wednesday morning we check out at noon and head down through Platteville, Dubuque and Davenport and end up at Burlington, Iowa, at a real nice local motel called the Arrowhead. Tomorrow's show is "It's Great! Britain."

Friday, October 26, 2007

Unforseen Benefits


In January, Marsha and I will be in Florida. We were there two years ago and were able to look up our old friend Chris Sherman, the food and wine critic of the St. Petersburg Times. We had not seen Chris for at least 20 years. He had been a city editor at the now-defunct Shreveport Journal, an unlikely liberal newspaper in a distinctly conservative region.

We lauded him for landing such a cushy and, I must add, suitable, position. Chris was born to be a wine and food critic and looks the part: he is well-rounded and simultaneously jolly and cynical, with a great drooping mustache. He grumbled lightheadrtedly about his job — apparently Tampa-St.Pete is not restaurant heaven — but had to admit that in the big picture he’d landed on his feet.

Then we turned to our job. What a great thing, Chris opined, to be able to make feature-length films, with complete creative control, and actually have an audience for them. How many struggling filmmakers and film school graduates would not love to be in our shoes? He cited the case of an acquaintance who’d been trying to get a film together for years, battling for funding with arts councils and corporate entities.

Which got me thinking about the many perks of this job, not the least of which is meeting with friends and relations that we haven’t seen for yonks and would have perhaps never seen again. Two years ago we went to Maine and Marsha met her cousin Gary that she hadn’t seen for a couple of decades. We stayed at his house, met his family and we’ll be returning in April because we have film showings in Portland and Greene, Maine, again.

On the West Coast, we have visited with sons, daughters and grandchildren on a much more regular basis than before our travelogue days. In New York we have spent weeks where Marsha was raised, playing cards, drinking wine, and rekindling old friendships. So, too, in Michigan where we are blessed with old friends north of Detroit and new friends, the Veaches, in Jackson.

For these reasons alone it has been worth it to become travel film makers. But on top of that we get to make our own films and show them to a receptive audience. Each new film presents new challenges and a new approach to a well-trodden tradition. In our first film, “La Belle France,” we were happy to actually get it done. In our second film, “It’s Great!Britain,” we started to play with the form a little and to add a little more music.
In our third film, “Hello Louisiana,” we used music as the springboard for traveling around the state and we’re now contemplating another Louisiana music film which will incorporate our own live music. This is not a new idea for us, but it is taking a while to work out all the bugs and to find a suitable subject and form for the film part. It may happen yet.

I realize that there are various approaches to creating travelogues, from the pure filmic to the performance art, and Marsha and I tend to come down a bit closer to the latter.

For me, the travel film has been a real liberator. I started with BBC TV in the days of black and white video; moved on to musical performance and songwriting as a folk and country singer; and seized the opportunity to cut tape in the last days of analogue radio production. Combined with jobs as a waiter, barman, bicycle messenger, sewer cleaner, garbage collector, driver, bookshop manager, schoolteacher, carpenter’s assistant, and traveling minstrel, I have had all the necessary experience to make travel films.

And like Chris Sherman, I feel I’ve finally landed on my feet. And I’m lucky to have a partner to work with.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Hello Louisiana Article

“Hello Louisiana”
by Monty Brown

To purchase a copy of "Hello Louisiana," go to Floyd's Record Shop.

Marsha and I began shooting “Hello Louisiana” in more halcyon days, in the times before the tempests assaulted our already eroding coastline, in the summer of ‘05. In fact, the seeds of this film were sown decades ago when we first became enthralled with the rich culture of our home state. It’s been a long lasting labor of love.
Some of our filming predates our acquisition of a 3-chip digital camera. Back in the late ‘90’s we were doing projects for ourselves and the Louisiana Folklife Center with our old High-8 camera; we took footage of Cajun Mardi Gras and Egg Pocking in Avoyelles Parish, transferred it to digital, and inserted it in our new film.
Our first project after we bought the digital camera, before we started filming either France or Britain, was in South Louisiana documenting some of the disc jockeys who produce the uniquely Louisiana Cajun French music programs.
More seeds were planted in the classrooms of Louisiana. Marsha and I have been performing a program for middle school Louisiana History students, making them aware of the rich musical heritage of their state. In that program, we take the students from north to south, to the places where jazz, cajun and zydeco music originated, and where blues, country and gospel music flowered. The film roughly follows this format.
We began assembling our “musical romp” around Louisiana a couple of years ago. Filming in your own back yard has its advantages: you can film in all seasons over a considerable length of time, if you wish. But then again, it’s sometimes hard to know when to stop. For a while, after we’d “finished,” we still kept looking at the end result as a work in progress, but after getting lots of positive feedback from many people within the state — people whose opinions we value — we’ve decided that it is, indeed, finished.
We are finding that there is a great deal of interest in Louisiana wherever we go. People want to know about our hurricane experiences, but we have little firsthand knowledge. Hurricane Katrina hit in the southeast corner of the state and then proceeded to sweep around to the east, to Mississippi and Alabama. Our weather in the northwest corner was sunny and calm throughout.
Rita was a different story. It made landfall along the coast shared by Texas and Louisiana and proceeded due north up the state line, which brought the eye right over us. However, we are a considerable distance inland, and, as everybody knows, hurricanes tend to lose their ferocity over land. We had power outages and downed trees, more like a violent late summer storm.
Holly Beach, one of our film locations on the Gulf Coast, was apparently wiped out. The Beach is known ironically as the “Cajun Riviera;” the good news is that the Beach has been flattened by hurricanes before and it always rebuilds its wooden beach houses elevated on piles. No fancy hotels, condos or casinos here.
During the last couple of seasons, presenting our travel films coast to coast, we have discovered that audiences like to see — people. Inasmuch as digital video has made the filming of people much easier, we try to insert people in amongst the scenery, the flowers, the children, the sheep, the Volkswagen, and the pictures of Marsha in ethnic garb. And audiences seem to like a little humor, too.
In “Hello Louisiana” we feature accordion makers, Boudin (Cajun sausage) eating, a chef’s bread pudding recipe, hunting alligators (with a camera), and local historians, along with a large dose of Louisiana music and cultural history. And it seems to be attracting statewide attention. It makes us realize it was a good choice of subject.
Who knows? Maybe here in Louisiana, we’ll once again hear those famous encouraging words, “You’re doing a good job, Brownie!”

This article first appeared in the Travel Adventure Magazine.

Family message

Very good video. The Bushes deserve all the vitriol we can heap on them. Generations of arms dealers and warmongers. Thank you.

OK this is the third time (that I'm sending this to Peter and Joan) and I hope it's the lucky one. I thought it was lacahoots, but it's montyandmarsha same as our website, but no "blogspot" in the website address. We're trying to link everything and everyone together, so let's all put links on our blogs, webs, youtubes or whatever we're up to. I put the Tin House on our blog. Need to put Doug's.

I notice you (Peter & Joan) haven't been keeping up with your blog. We have started a blog at and we can put a link to your blog, which is ?

We're heading out on our annual tour of the USA and southern Ontario at the end of this month and we'll try to keep a diary of where we are, what's happening and what it looks like, so check our blog or website from time to time and if you can convince your friends and acquaintances to buy our travel films, we will give you a special place in our thoughts.

We are currently working on two new films: one is "Etched in Stone: Scotland to Provence," castles and churches and ruins and stories from history, and "Junipero Serra: the Man Who Invented California," from Mallorca to Mexico to California. The latter has been inspired by Fiona and Gerald's interest in Serra International and we have already previewed a chunk of the film at the Serra Convention in Atlanta (August, '07).

Anyway. The blogging is a good way to keep in touch, I think, in case we forget to email, or worse.

I've had my 67th birthday and we put on a French dinner on the 16th to celebrate me and Sam's (friend's) birthday. Marsha made some pate from a recipe we got from cousin Moira. It was delicious. Thank you, Moira, it's taken several years, but it was worth the wait. Also had ratatouille, porc w Louisiana sweet potatoes, onion soup, cheeses, an excellent pound cake, green salad and champagne.

monty.

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

Running of the Sheep

Each spring the sheep festival (Transhumance) takes place in St. Remy de Provence and after watching the sheep run through town we all repair to David and Nito's place for roast mutton and ratatouille followed by a game of boule.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

The Brittany Coast

This a beach on the Côte du Granit Rose, or the Pink Granite Coast of Northern Brittany, on La Manche/The English Channel. Jaqueline and Pierre have stopped to climb on the cliffs, enjoy the view, and discuss the possibilities of lunch.

"It's Great! Britain" Testimonial

We have made four travel films which we sell over the internet at montyandmarsha.com and we often get feedback from customers. This one is particularly nice because it concerns our film, "It's Great! Britain," and it's from Deryk of Coventry, England. He ordered two DVDs so he could bring them with him to the States as gifts for American friends.
A bit of Corfe Castle, Dorset.
Singing in an English folk club with Martyn Babb on accordion.




















Dear Monty
Just to let you know that the parcel arrived this morning - with a comfortable week to spare ahead of our departure. And to say also that we are very pleased with the contents of your film. The DVDs are intended as gifts for close members of my family who, like you it seems, have their origins here but have lived most of their lives in the US. The idea is simply to awaken memories, or to forge new links. In making your film you could only make an impossibly small selection of places to visit, but as it happens your choice well met the bill. We all know London, our son was married in an area of Suffolk that you display, my wife and I have visited Lindisfarne, and spent a recent holiday walking the length of Hadrians Wall; as children I and my sisters had seaside holidays at Presytatyn, we took my Mother on a tour of Exmoor on her very last return trip to England before she died (she was utterly delighted by it), and we've done some splendid walking in Hardy country. So you see - spot on! You must return some day and do another, perhaps this time visiting the Highlands of Scotland, doing a bit more of Wales (the wonderful Snowdon Mountain range and the glorious Pembrokeshire coast), and of course our beloved Lake District.
But again many thanks.
Deryck

Monday, September 3, 2007

Hollywood on the Bayou


There we are on the set of “The Great Debaters,” directed by and starring Denzel Washington, produced by Oprah Winfrey and also starring Forest Whitaker. Los Angeles? No, it’s Mansfield, Louisiana, twenty-five miles south of Shreveport, a city which has suddenly become a Hollywood hotbed.

It’s the talk of the town: Kevin Costner has done two films here, “The Guardian” and “Mr. Brooks;” there’s been a Stephen King story about fog (or mist;) Tom Hanks came for “Homeland Security;” Tom Cruise came for wife Katy Holmes who was working with Diane Keaton and Queen Latifah; Samuel L. Jackson was talking to school kids between takes; and Cedric the Entertainer was, uh, entertaining. And according to an NBC News story, “Hollywood stars have been pretty happy here, too, because for some reason the paparazzi can’t seem to find Shreveport on a map.”

What were we doing on the “Great Debaters?” Along with maybe one hundred other locals, we were providing some “background:” populating antique buses and cars; walking up and down sidewalks, entering shops, cafes, hardware and grocery stores; standing on the corner watching all the grips go by. It is not a dignified job and it doesn’t pay well, but for a while you feel like you’re part of something big.

“The Great Debaters,” set in the Depression Era 1935, is the true story of a debate team from all-black Wiley College in Marshall, Texas. They compete in a national debate contest, come up against Harvard, and win. Denzel plays Melvin B. Tolson, the poet-professor who molds the debate team and encourages his students to become real-life proponents of civil rights. Forest Whitaker plays the father of James L. Farmer, Jr., a student who later co-founded the Congress of Racial Equality.

Back on the set: one evening, about six p.m., some dignitaries had arranged a public ceremony in front of the Court House to present Denzel Washington with the keys to the “city” of Mansfield. A goodly crowd gathered. A few youngsters were holding up a twenty foot banner which read “Welcome to Mansfield Great Debaters,” when suddenly from around the corner there was a concerted squealing of the sort one associates with Elvis Presley’s teenage fans. A group of local girls had spotted Denzel.

So it goes. Marsha started the Office of Film and Video here in Shreveport in 1989, and the office continued to do its work long after she had gone to live on the Côte d’Azur and make travel films with me. But it was not until the disaster known as “Katrina” that Shreveport really took off as a filmmakers destination. Practically every film that had been scheduled to be made in New Orleans had to find a new location, while still getting the various tax breaks provided by the State of Louisiana. Shreveport filled the void.

If you think of cypress trees growing in lakes, little old rundown southern towns, decorative ironwork balconies, rows of shotgun houses, oil wells and cotton fields, baptisms in the river, stately plantation homes, think Shreveport, an undiscovered landscape. In fact, think “Hello Louisiana,” our atmospheric travel film about this steamy southern French-fried culture. Hellooo!

“Hollywood on the Bayou” by Monty Brown. Monty and wife Marsha have produced four travel films, the latest of which is “La Manche/The English Channel.” It’s a tale of two cultures. This article was originally published in Travel Adventure Cinema magazine.

Hello Louisiana

By Alexandyr Kent
akent@gannett.com

Bossier City filmmakers Monty and Marsha Brown have documented their love of Louisiana food, music and culture in their latest travelogue, "Hello Louisiana."

To Marsha Brown, the 80-minute DVD's message about Louisiana is simple. "It's just that we are so wonderfully unique."

It includes segments on Elvis Presley and the Louisiana Hayride, the blues musician Huddie "Leadbelly" Ledbetter, Mudbug Madness, the Natchitoches Christmas festival, the legend of Bonnie and Clyde and the state's rich musical heritage.

The Browns have been screening this film and providing live narration in venues around the country, including the Harvard Club in Boston.

Marsha Brown is proud to promote the state and hopes audiences take something away from the experience.

"These travelogues are kind of like armchair travel," she said. "They get to see places they don't always get to travel to."

In addition to "Hello Louisiana," the Browns have made "La Bell France" and "It's Great! Britain."

More information about the films can be found at montyandmarsha.com and adventurecinema.com. Copies are being sold locally at artspace, 710 Texas St. in Shreveport, and Tubbs Cajun Gifts, 615 Benton Road in Bossier City. They also can be ordered by calling the Browns at (318) 220-9966.

©The Times (of Shreveport, LA)
January 28, 2006