Jim Gabour

Jim Gabour is a film producer, writer and director, whose work focuses primarily on music and the diversity of cultures. His New Orleans novel Unimportant People is available via Kindle.

Cry Oncle!

The golden sunlight of a summer afternoon warmly caressed the lush, verdant expanses of a typically southern, rural antebellum scene. Across the vast green lawn, family members strolled and excitedly

By Jim Gabour

/ 12 Jul 2007

Undercurrent

He'd phoned twice the week before, and I'd returned the call to his hotel voice mail on both occasions, but we hadn't connected. So

By Jim Gabour

/ 22 Jun 2007

Mahatma 189

"You know, Jim-Jim, this non-violence shit really pays." This from the mouth of the infamous "Mad Dog" Salvatano, semi-retired bookie and gambler extraordinaire. The setting: happy

By Jim Gabour

/ 10 May 2007

Cutting loose

After my recent description of the deaths of two strangers, and the effects those occurrences had on my own post-K life, I was reminded by a few New Orleans stalwarts

By Jim Gabour

/ 3 May 2007

This is personal

Forty-one years before Virginia Tech, there was the University of Texas. Jim Gabour has reason to remember. "M.J and Mary Gabour, their two sons, and William and Marguerite

By Jim Gabour

/ 22 Apr 2007

Death and life in New Orleans

Front-pages do not interest me any more. I read the comics, the arts section, the sports news. Then I discard the newspaper, whether it is the New Orleans Times-Picayune or

By Jim Gabour

/ 15 Mar 2007

Mardi Gras, 2007

Mardi Gras Indian, 2007, photographed by Samuel Portera Jim Gabour reports from New Orleans on Mardi Gras 2007 Listen on your computer / Download to your computer (4.04mins)

By Jim Gabour

/ 22 Feb 2007

A song for the kitchen, a song for the heart

I heard him again, just moments ago. He's been crisscrossing the neighbourhood all morning, his voice deep, strong and melodious: "Mirletons, I got ya mirletons", he

By Jim Gabour

/ 16 Feb 2007

The two worlds of New Orleans

The first gunshots startled me. It was only 7pm, and usually the mayhem starts much later, the sounds of automatic pistols and assault rifles punctuating the darkness from midnight until

By Jim Gabour

/ 26 Jan 2007

Another day in New Orleans

Fifteen thieves are recently dead nationwide in the United States, and I, for one, do not mourn them. These were humans whom you could rightly judge from afar as none-too-scrupled

By Jim Gabour

/ 9 Jan 2007

Swimming

"What the hell?" I am still asleep, dreaming of deep-voiced Sirens moaning from overpowering waters, sound streaming from the murky throat of the Styx. I am on my

By Jim Gabour

/ 19 Dec 2006

I was directing four days of high-definition television broadcasts at the National Association of Broadcasters annual show in Las Vegas last spring when I suddenly encountered more Lebanese nationals than

By Jim Gabour

/ 5 Oct 2006