The music of New Orleans

 My only wish was to go to Frenchman Street.  Many years ago I had been to Preservation Hall but had not been impressed.  So this time I knew the deal.  Frenchman is where you go for music.  We were not let down.  the first place (Bamboula's) had a great band.  Many of the members were performing in Jackson Square earlier that week.  Gimme a trumpet playing band any day.  They did a great rendition of It's All Over Now by the Stones.  We danced.  We drank.  We moved on.  the next place had a banjo (the Spotted Cat).  Still fun, but let's go to the craft fair next door.  

We visited a few other places.  The last place (?) had a wonderful female vocalist.  She'd give Adele a run for her money.  She finished her set far too quickly.  In fact I couldn't help but notice, we kept arriving during the last song or two of every set.  

I got a taste.  


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