The mythical and sacred stories of the “fire bird” exist in mythologies of many a land. In many “traditions” and in the beginning of times this creature was told to be of colors red and gold.
What few have realized, is that right in the heart of New Orleans there is a bird that lives today, not quite hidden yet extremely remote. The colors of this “large” bird that stands at nearly 6 feet 7 inches is a lustrous and compelling black and gold.
Much is Jimmy Graham’s story compared to the story of the flight of the Phoenix, in which the Phoenix became dismal because it’s beauty would cast it aside causing humankind to try and “capture” it’s elegance evoking the “poor bird” to flee towards a mystic location.
And yet alone and at this desolate location, the Phoenix wanted to “live” and be strong and youthful, thus in order to do so, the so called “fire bird” lifted it’s head and returned to the place he once abandoned fearful of “adversity”.
Here he made his home, building a nest in the “greatest” of coverings, amongst a people that longed for beauty once drowned and lead by a “fair-haired shepherd”. This time the Sun heard his cries and the woes of those around him.
The Phoenix sat up and rose with strength he did not know embodied him. After the blaze of red arose there was left a gleaming gold, this gold then turned to silvery embers and what was left was a collection of black ash.
This “clouded” ash began to quiver and soared upward. From under the cinders towered an indestructible youthful and everlasting Phoenix. It began to sing it’s song, “Who Dat…Who Dat…Who Dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?”