2002 New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival
While Karl Denson drains the crowd down, drawing the very last note out of his encore as long as he can, but it’s what he did a couple minutes ago that has still got you pumped, when he and two of his band mates are playing their respective parts, and everyone stops playing except for them. They step back from the mikes and step to the front of the stage, and they play to a suddenly hushed crowd. It’s a long, drawn out solo, and it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever heard, everything you ever thought music would be. You feel like you really understand what it means to be here in New Orleans, the ultimate Mecca of jazz and every branch of music that is an offshoot.
You’ve caught the aura.