The Stars of the Show

 

Giovanni Albert Triano is known as Johnny A-Train to his fans, maybe you've got one of his CDs? Johnny graduated from Julliard's School of Music, with an eye on teaching, but instead took to the big band scene in New Orleans, just trying to make a splash.
His whole life is based around looking, talking, and dressing like Bogart, Cagney, and Mitchum did in the old black and whites. He shops the repeat performance joints for his duds, and only buys the authentic stuff that was tailored in the 30's and 40's. That includes his on-stage duds as well. When performing, he wears original, recycled, Zoot Suits. Easy to find in New Orleans, and also when he goes back home to New York City. He's billed as Johnny A-Train and The Loco-Motions, and looks a bit like Sinatra. When in character he tawks like he's from Brooklyn, New Yawk, and he's in character most of the time.

 

The Tantalizing Delilah Jones—Female Vocalist. That’s how it reads in the promo for the band — but she’s more than that. Delilah is Johnny's lady.  Her real name is Rebecca Breen, as brilliant as she is talented, and not just beeyootiful, she’s make-you-want-to-run-away-from-home gorgeous.
Delilah has long dark-red tresses that flow down her back and reach almost to her nineteen-inch waist. And her bod, well, you remember Jessica Rabbit of Who Framed Roger Rabbit fame? You would swear they modeled Jessica after Delilah. Except, for the fact that Delilah’s action makes Jessica Rabbit look like a boy. It ain’t just Johnny that thinks so either, she drives the guys nuts on and off the stage.

 

 

Mason Saint-Clair is the band's bus driver, Johnny's guy Friday, and trusted buddy. The band lovingly refers to them using the song title, "Ebony and Ivory". Mason, "Big Mace" he's called, handles all the equipment moves, as well as logistics and security for the band. He talks N'awlins like Johnny tawks Brooklynese. Difference is, Johnny's is a put-on and Mason's ain't/isn't, what the hell. But don't let his patois fool you, he's one brilliant dude, on the street, on the computer, or on a Jiu Jitsu mat. He calls himself the Black Bill Gates of Bourbon Street. Hand him a computer and he'll prove it.

 

 

 

Rex Coulter, Esquire, is an old-family, old-school, politically connected, native New Orleanian, who bears a striking resemblance to Andrew Jackson, our seventh President. Rex is a highly regarded member of the Louisiana State Bar. He's also been Attorney of Record, all the way up to the Supreme Court on several cases, several times. And has gotten Johnny out of hot water on more than one occasion. Besides that, he's a fan of the band, a friend, Johnny's manager, and benefactor. His great grandfather bought fifty shares of Coca-Cola stock back in Nineteen-nineteen. Don't even try to guess what it's worth today. He's the money behind building Johnny's French Quarter nightclub “Steppin’ Out," named after a Fred Astaire tune from the movie Easter Parade.