Let's start with the obvious. I've always liked Harry Connick, Jr. (before he was a movie star!) and really, love anything swingin', especially old hot jazz. "With Imagination" has been on my good mood mix since my mixes were true mix tapes.For as long as I can remember, people have told me I would love New Orleans and I've always been dying to go. I didn't even know exactly why, other than the city has a personality and flavor that I knew you had to experience in person. I finally went this year for Jazz
and Heritage Fest and already can not wait to go back. I'd love to go every year.People who know me were right: I just love it there. The color, the character, the buildings, the friendliness of everyone, the sweet iced drinks, the catchy swangy music everywhere you go... it's all so loveable and charming. I think if I had gone there for college, I would have stayed. My nickname is "LA", is it not?
Chris isn't too mad about blues, jazz, funk or cajun so I went to New Orleans with my dad who had never really experienced the city either. For us, Jazz Fest was an absolute ball and staying in a bright pink guest house just a block off the French Quarter (in the now HBO-publicized "treme" neighborhood) allowed us to walk around beautiful, historic areas and take in live music and creole food in the evenings without needing a car.I don't think I would have ever thought of "heritage" as being something witnessable, but Jazz Fest's longer title "and Heritage" really suits it. There is so much Louisiana culture represented in this fest. It has incredibly maintained individual flavor and features tons of local acts at what could have become another overrated Bonaroo or Coachella. I definitely got the heritage as well as the jazz (and blues and gospel and funk... there's a tent for everything) and I really took in a mix of each stage along with enjoying the bigger "names" Jonny Lang, Dr. John, Blind Boys of Alabama, Black Crowes.
The sense of hospitality you get in LA can be summed up by this story: About a year ago I heard a woman on the radio named Ingrid Lucia (right) who sounds a lot like the singer from Squirrel Nut Zippers, old style jazz. I visited her web site and noticed she was raising money for a future album, so I made a $20 donation in exchange for receiving the album when it comes out. She personally sent me an email thank you note, which I was already pretty surprised by.
When we got to New Orleans, I saw in the newspaper she was playing a small club on one of the nights, so Dad and I went to go see her in a little place called d.b.a. that seems to hold maybe 100 people. During her break she mentioned her new album had just come out that week, so I went up to the stage to say Hello, and she recognized my name from our emails and gave me my copy of the CD right there and then. Ingrid also managed to "slip in" to Jazz Fest when another act was canceled (due to the volcano), so we were thrilled to see her twice. I highly recommend her albums and will be sure to include her on mixmas this year~!
Needless to say, I came back from Louisiana with a huge grin and a fistful of CD's you can't find in Denver record stores. Also the obligatory coffee and beignet mix. Below is my favorite stage at Jazz Fest, the Fais Do Do, which featured Cajun music, unintelligible lyrics and tons and tons of fiddles.
No one informed me about bringing a glittery furry umbrella (to dance with, of course) ahead of time, but next time I'll come prepared (see the umbrella procession by the stage, below).
