My own private Jazz Fest
I’ve been thinking about the crowds lately – how perhaps I abhor them to a certain degree. I even thought we’d leave town next French Quarter Fest and maybe rent out our house to people who had better stamina to endure the crowds who come to New Orleans to hear free, amazing music. And here it is the week of Jazz Fest, this Friday opens the gates, and I’m excited and yet a little daunted about trying to maneuver with Tin through crowds and heat. So tonight, coming home from the gym, my step instructor back where he belongs, I got a call that James was going to be playing some interesting music over at Bacchanal and so we loaded up the car and headed down there. It was Jon Freilich and James Singleton and I don’t know the drummer but all of them were good and sitting outside on a beautiful New Orleans spring night, with the tiki torches going and a good glass of wine, hearing just fabulous music, I thought here it is, the Jazz Fest you can’t plan for, you can’t schedule for, the one that just happens and makes New Orleans great.