CCJC Audio Podcast Episode 00066, Season 2
The gentle hum of the equipment masks a deeper tremor, a constant companion this voice on the other end of the microphone knows intimately. Gabriel Gaudin’s the wizard behind the Cajun Chronicles Podcast Corporation, untangling audio chaos with a mind sharper than any bayonet. But beyond the tech, a quieter battle rages.
His own relentless fight against the advance of Multiple Sclerosis, a physical cage he fights daily while navigating the lonely labyrinth of a life yearning for connection. In the heart of New Orleans, a city that embraces the beautifully broken, can love outrun the shadows that cling? Welcome to a deeply personal episode from the Cajun Chronicles Podcast Corporation, where we share his poetic story.
Cajun Heart, Unsteady Steps: An MS Love Story in New Orleans
The hum of the assistant, a gentle start,
Another day’s work begun, a work of the heart.
My joints protest, a familiar, dull ever present refrain,
But purpose rises, washing through the constant pain.
Others see the techie me, solving every podcast fray.
Unknowing and oblivious to the battles fought before we all begin our day.
Will my love outrun the chains of MS might?
This body who betrayed me, a cage sometimes, it’s true,
A brilliant mind some say, with my limits hiding how I push through.
Each step I take a conscious choice, where grit strength must hide,
Yet, I refuse, lack of mobility and muscular pain won’t define my worth,
My spirit soars, beyond the woes of this earthly limiting girth.
Will my love outrun the chains of MS might?
Our work schedule’s podcast web, an audio autobahn in need of a technical re-weave,
Recordings timed, attention to detail editing giving voices to stories I 100% believe.
Seamless adaptive device magic, banishing fear of tangled cord management threads,
Of world weary, but melodic sounds do still have NOLA sass voices out of sync,
Gourmand loose filter focused mind, a smoky bridge, I always am blessed to think.
Will my love outrun the chains of MS might?
Beloved New Orleans breathes around me, rich, jambalaya of acceptance, and deep,
It's the Krewe of Compassion soul, the secrets it few know, and continues to keep.
I wander through the fat notes and beat sounds, the delightful tastes, the arts,
Gris-Gris of guarding hearts haven home, a technology of constant do-over restarts.
To every day where sound systems cakewalk trying to understand,
And a mental bend to needs, held in my second line groove knowing hand.
Will my love outrun the chains of MS might?
The music calls to foot tapping beckons from history’s horns in Preservation Hall,
Where history echoes a timeless call, standing unfiltered sounds, both proud and tall.
The blues’ beckoning lament, Zydeco’s bluesy joyful unrelenting cry,
Always a space to lose myself and my worries, beneath the party of the sky.
Of melodies, where broken wings find shelter and burdens seem to cease,
Off beat rhythm finding solace, fragile, finding kinship in shared inner peace.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
Louisiana chromatic surrealism art galleries hold worlds I easily cannot stride,
But colors speak volumes, a quiet ache lingers where feelings no longer can’t hide.
The joyful chaos of Southern art hues, a mirror to my authentic unchained soul.
Reflecting blue cat’s serenading beneath moss draped stories, making spirits whole,
Love still eludes me, soulful portraits of love lost remains, a landscape yet unknown,
Silent reminder of my still yearning heart, sentenced to be a spectator walking alone.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
When I let my guard down, the few times I can, I hope to see wit, the intellect so keen,
But can’t miss the hidden deep longing, of the love that still resides sadly unseen.
My deepest fragile hope, for someone I will meet who will really see the real me,
Loving man within, the unknown strong spirit wanting & demanding to be set free.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
One lost love, a bittersweet memory, a beautiful Creole artist so bright,
Our minds entwined in endless laughter, and deep mutual bodily delight.
But shadows crept forward for her, the passed on genes fear of what might be,
Her gentle withdrawal, her longing to be a mother. a pain that clings to me.
Yet still I dream of her laughter shared and the love we had so true,
A love that for once saw, the whole of missing parts of me, completely anew.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
The voice assistant’s I use both calm and steady podcast tone,
Begins my every day, a crooked path I reluctantly now walk alone.
Yet not alone, for the shared podcast purpose lights the way,
For all of us to give a voice to those who cannot say their silent struggles,
The battles much my own that they too endure,
And love’s lost battleground tales, a legacy to ensure.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
Thankfully beignets and Louisiana chicory coffee, fuel for the mind,
Then green screens lights, the tasks my assistive devices and I’m bound to find.
Magical Laurent and Dominque, their podcast voices music to listeners in my ears,
Ideas swapped for our audience, spreading the messages, banishing all my fears.
Cares naught of technical snags, always to resolve, countess porch stories left untold,
The team and my own inner drive, all spirits brave, thoughtful, and bold.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
Laughing at the challenge, the sound silences I sculpt, the wild noises I tame,
I love transforming on-the-air chaos, knowing each guest & their stories, & each name.
With Louisiana clarity and all-knowing NOLA care, a polished perfect sound,
Where every new guest voice, on common ground, a unique story is found.
Our devoted listeners, our fan club of kind words, a warmth that fills the space,
A sense of purpose, in this global digital embrace.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
The scheduling of guests a deliberate wobbly dance, a complex careful art,
Juggling time in running a race against MS playing a vital part.
So what if I sometimes muttered wish, for able bodied selves I cannot clone,
To ease degenerative disease burden, felt silently by me & others on this staff alone.
But pride and independence remains, in battles both fought, lost, and won,
Another day’s small victory done, beneath the sweet gumbo city sun.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
So let them in miss seeing only the surface technical wizardly I wield,
Not be filled by the steady hand on podcast field technology revealed.
But I know within, a deep longing and yearning heart resides,
That will continue to seek connections, where true solace and love hides,
To give a Louisiana voice, to love’s and life’s forgotten how we survived lore,
And help others find a life long love that lasts forever more.
Will my love outrun the chains of Multiple Sclerosis might?
Our poems, lyrics, recipes, and tales are inspired by real Louisiana and New Orleans history and non-fictional stories, but some details may have been spiced up for a good story. While we've respected the truth on fictional pieces, a bit of creative license could have been used. Please note that all characters may be based on real people and creatures, but their identities in some cases have been Avatar masked for privacy. Others are fictional characters with connections to Louisiana.
A Word of Wisdom:
As you read, remember history and real life is a complex mix of joy, sorrow, triumph, and tragedy. While we may have (or not) added a bit of fiction, the core message remains: the human spirit's power to endure, adapt, and overcome.
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