That I actually know this cat. Really! I stayed at his house, once, the second time my wife and I visited New Orleans. We even stayed in the “Jungle Room” – which was complete with an outdoor shower (really really).

Anyway, here’s a recent interview. He’s playing around different places, go see him if you can – he has always been a working class musician, even before the bitch named katrina wiped out his home.

Almost two weeks after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, Johnny Sansone snuck back home to save his cat. What he saw made him never want to go back again.

Everything was coated in a white, disgusting sheen of water, destruction and eerie, creepy quiet. There were no birds, no animals, no flies, even.

“I was breaking down,” he said in a phone interview. “I thought there was no point in ever coming back here. Everything was dead.”

But now Sansone and a growing group of blues musicians want to bring it back to life.

Read the rest of the story at the link. And, they left out that he is a kick ass accordion player…