Quintron and Miss Pussycat
New Orleans has its own force of gravity — it's stronger and more targeted than the scientific law governing the rest of nature. Call it voodoo if you like, or an imposing piece of dark matter disguised as real estate — but Quintron and Miss Pussycat might correct you, referring to it simply as love.
It's been about a decade since Quintron was pulled in. He was touring through the frenetic city; he played a gig at a venue called the Pussycat Cavern, helmed by a promising young puppeteer named Miss Pussycat. "That's how we met," Quintron says. "I moved there right after my tour ended."
The duo plays off of one another's strengths: Quintron riles up crowds into feverish dance frenzies; Miss Pussycat enchants them with elaborate puppet plots brought to life. But neither is without the other's aid. Quintron simultaneously pounds the keyboards of his organ and Fender Rhodes (which are, by the way, embedded in the chassis of a Lincoln Town Car limousine, once owned by blues musician Ernie K-Doe) and plays the high hat with his foot. Miss Pussycat, meanwhile, chirps cheerleader-style backups while jumping and fluttering about the stage, pumping a set of maracas. When it's time for a fairy tale, Quintron lends a hand (or two) and his voice to Miss Pussycat's puppet kingdom, so that the stuffed fellows might experience their maximum puppet potential.
"I think we're trying to raise up something that there's not even a word for, and that's why it's so much fun," Miss Pussycat says. Fall in love with their beautiful experiment this Saturday at Churchill's.
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