Friday, September 16, 2005
By MATT SCHUDEL, THE WASHINGTON POST
The last time I was in New Orleans, I watched a funeral parade march by. About 30 musicians, serious of purpose but hardly solemn, walked down the street playing a joyous old tune to honor the newly dead, a “second line" of stragglers and celebrants trailing behind.
I never thought it might be an early wake for the aging grande dame of a city herself. With New Orleans in chaos in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, we've belatedly come to realize what a dear and valued friend we may lose.
New Orleans, it seems, is everyone's favorite getaway town - for Mardi Gras and the Jazz and Heritage Festival, for the restaurants and taverns. But what gives New Orleans its enduring spirit, its distinctive attitude and bounce, is music. Not for nothing is it called the birthplace of jazz. For a full century, the whole country has danced to the Crescent City's beat, whether we realize it or not.
By MATT SCHUDEL, THE WASHINGTON POST
The last time I was in New Orleans, I watched a funeral parade march by. About 30 musicians, serious of purpose but hardly solemn, walked down the street playing a joyous old tune to honor the newly dead, a “second line" of stragglers and celebrants trailing behind.
I never thought it might be an early wake for the aging grande dame of a city herself. With New Orleans in chaos in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, we've belatedly come to realize what a dear and valued friend we may lose.
New Orleans, it seems, is everyone's favorite getaway town - for Mardi Gras and the Jazz and Heritage Festival, for the restaurants and taverns. But what gives New Orleans its enduring spirit, its distinctive attitude and bounce, is music. Not for nothing is it called the birthplace of jazz. For a full century, the whole country has danced to the Crescent City's beat, whether we realize it or not.
