Scnario : James Yoshimura
Ralisation : Simon Cellan Jones

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- "On Your Way Down" est le titre d'un morceau d'Allen Toussaint, qui passe au jukebox chez LaDonna avant de fermer son bar.

- 03:40 - Le pianiste en question est Torkanowsky.

- 09:23 - Nielsen SoundScan est un systme d'information cr par Mike Fine et Mike Shalett qui suit les ventes de produits musicaux aux tats-Unis et au Canada.
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nielsen_Soundscan

- 23:54 - Le mec tatou est Dominic "Taz" Alexander.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm4329212/bio

- 45:45 - "Carpetbagger" (littralement  celui avec un sac en tapis ) est un terme pjoratif dsignant un individu originaire du Nord des tats-Unis (ex-Union) venu s'installer dans le Sud (ex-Confdration) lors de la Reconstruction qui suivit la guerre de Scession, avec l'intention de profiter de la situation confuse du pays. Ces migrants taient perus comme des profiteurs de guerre, et les caricatures les reprsentaient arrivant dans le Sud avec leurs affaires emballes dans des sacs (bags) de tapisserie (carpet).
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carpetbagger

- 46:30 - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karen_Carter_Peterson

- 53:34 - Joe Tex, de son vrai nom Joseph Arrington Jr., n le 8 aot 1933  Rogers au Texas et mort le 13 aot 1982  Navasota (Texas, USA), est un chanteur, auteur et compositeur de musique soul amricain. Surnomm "The Preacher", il s'est exprim dans un style proche de celui de James Brown.
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Tex


> Plus d'annexes (in english) : http://www.nola.com/treme-hbo/index.ssf/2011/05/treme_explained_on_your_way_do.html

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- This is for that bitch, ain't it? She fucking sued me, you know. Whatever fits into some grand conspiracy is all she wants to know. She a scab puller. She say we got a report and casings? She still thinks Kennedy was whacked by the Marcellos and L.B.J.

- Man, even if it's right, it sounds wrong. We need a guitar on that to fill up the hole.
- I don't know where to find no guitar player, man. I know horn men and rhythm and all. But guitars-- Shit. Charlie and Detroit-- They got gigs. And the rest are just white boys with bad hair playing them cowboy keys.
- Yeehaw!

- It's a rough one tonight, Jack.
- Half empty is half full, dig?
- It's gonna be one big ol' obituary: "Jazz died at 115 years" or whatever it is. "Cause of death: Nobody gave a shit anymore."

- Consultant, huh? Around here "consultant" ain't nothing but another word for an unindicted co-conspirator.

- Yeah! Yeah! Lord have mercy, we finally got one down, huh?
- Now all we need is eight or nine more, baby, and you've got you a set.
- At that rate we'll be in the clubs by summer.
- You see, I'm tired of all y'all complaining for real.
- That's your job. You're the bandleader.
- You know something? I've paid for this room until 6:00. And I was gonna say let's move on to that Joe Tex thing, but now I'm gonna say fuck all of y'all. I'm gonna go get me a drink or two now.

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Always for pleasure, baby. 8)