Set up on about a dozen stages, representing a cultural fiesta of sights and sounds, the music ranged from straight ahead jazz to traditional Dixieland to roaring blues and gospel to blistering funk, all performed with passion and poignancy.
All is well in New Orleans! Well, not exactly but from April 28th through May 7th, the 37th Annual Jazz & Heritage Festival brought a sense of celebratory normalcy to a city torn in half by Hurricane Katrina last fall. Boosted by the rock of such megastars as Bruce Springsteen, Dave Mathews and Paul Simon and jazz royalty like Herbie Hancock, Steve Turre and Eddie Palmieri, New Orleans reclaimed its role as the gravitational center of musical culture. The historic racetrack became the place for joyful reunions of families and friends, as well as the spiritual spot of musical diversity. Thanks to the gallant efforts of George Wein, Quint Davis and their stalwart staff, the vision of bringing the festival back under such challenging circumstances became reality. Immediately after the storm, the grandstand suffered wind-damage, the grounds became a muddy lake and the financial and moral fiber was severely hurt. However, the announcement was made for an emotional return to form for jazz fest; the grandstand was repaired, the grounds drained and manicured and sponsorships were secured. This paved the way to bring a flurry of great entertainers on board. And so, the wafting scent of jambalaya filled the air, the crowds flocked back to New Orleans to dance and sing and sweet, lovely music reverberated throughout The Big Easy! Set up on about a dozen stages, representing a cultural fiesta of sights and sounds, the music ranged from straight ahead jazz to traditional Dixieland to roaring blues and gospel to blistering funk, all performed with passion and poignancy. Where else could you dine on spicy gumbo, dance with second line parades, clap along with fiery gospel singers, participate in a watermelon sacrifice and learn how to craft a fiddle from a square piece of mahogany? With an Abita Turbo brew in one hand and an overstuffed shrimp po'boy in the other, one could embark on a musical voyage of epic proportion. Costumed Mardi Gras Indians, the funkiest klezmer band on the planet and emotional performances sent this version of jazz fest into orbit. Now, for some of the musical highlights: Steve Turre, gusting with local trombonist Troy "Trombone Shorty" Andrews, brought stellar guidance to the young band, updating a wild sound on classic songs such as "St. James Infirmary". In evening performances around the city, Turre, possibly inspired by a tour of the flooded areas, blasted emotional depth through his trombone at Snug Harbor and made his signature conch shells cry and moan with a young band of future jazz stars from the University of New Orleans. Duke Ellington's "Caravan" and "In A Sentimental Mood" were stirring, coated with moody textures. Beautiful, inspiring performances! Donald Harrison, nicknamed "Mister Cool Breeze" by none other than Shirley Horn, played his signature tune with gustoâ??¦he was joined onstage by George Coleman, blowing a fat saxophone on a more traditional version of "St. James Infirmary". Eddie Palmieri fleshed out this all-star band, with Latin fills on the piano and a young trumpeter with a brilliant future named Christian Scott (Harrison's nephew) brought the jazz tent audience to its feet with an impassioned solo on "In Orbit". Herbie Hancock's highly-anticipated performance was delayed about 25 minutes as the fire chief cleared the packed aisles for safety reasons. Hancock saturated the jazz tent with synthesized heaven on some new tracks and then brought Terence Blanchard onstage for harmonious synergy on Miles' "Tutu". Hancock must have found the fountain of youth, as he still looks young and plays with the energy of a performer half his age. In the blues category, Etta James sang with deep conviction, in a performance ranging between sultry and stormy. Most people in the crowd were surprised by her streamlined looks, but enjoyed the same old volcanic singing voice. Other great blues performances included swampy guitarist John Mooney, whose galvanic style echoes Charlie Patton and Robert Johnson of the Mississippi Delta.
I was first exposed to jazz by my father, who was a rabid fan when he was younger, in the early to mid 1950's. We lived in NYC and he was a regular at places like the Village Vanguard and Birdland. One of his favorite stories involved meeting Charlie Parker and Miles on 52nd St
I was first exposed to jazz by my father, who was a rabid fan when he was younger, in the early to mid 1950's. We lived in NYC and he was a regular at places like the Village Vanguard and Birdland. One of his favorite stories involved meeting Charlie Parker and Miles on 52nd St. Needless to say, Jazz and Blues were always on the stereo in our home. I was steeped in these exciting sounds, and they make up some of my earliest memories.