New Orleans Magic
Today, Sunday of the first weekend in Jazz Fest when New Orleans magic pulses through the air like a fine purple spray, I saw an eighty-year-old man with hair the same color as his mauve shoes join a band playing in the Bywater in a furniture shop (a handcrafting furniture type of shop, not a gallery floor) to sing his one hit from 1958 and there he was, whanging away at a guitar half the size of his frail body, whooping out the lyrics to a rockabilly song then launching directly into another one—”One, two, three!” before bowing and gracefully exiting from the makeshift stage.
New Orleans, we love you.
Emma Connolly
of course, no other city like NOLA!!! My daughter Jennifer sells her art at Jackson Square, on the corner across from Cafe Du Monde. Every day she posts photos of people, events and sights that you will see in no other city. Just yesterday she posted (from her vantage point at that corner) a marriage proposal, a protest march, a homeless encampment and an impromptu serenade. Entertainment is everywhere and always in unusual places. And since you live in my favorite neighborhood, your porch is a stage. You walk out your door and you can be whoever and whatever you want to be. That city give you the freedom to do that. Amazing.
Ellen Morris Prewitt
I didn’t know Jennifer was on Jackson Square. 🙂 I bet she does see it all. I was so happy for this concert because at the last minute we flaked on Jazz Fest, just couldn’t take it on, even though I had been planning around it for months. The city’s graciousness in giving us a substitute was much appreciated.