What Are Your Best Jazz Fest Memories?
One of our readers made the friendly suggestion that we should include a poll of the best shows of the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2008. I thought this to be a great idea, but instead of running percentages and quantitative analysis, I thought it would be better to let all of our readers post longer more qualitative comments about their experiences. Please sign in or register (it’s free!), and share with us some of your great memories of the two weekends and the week in between.
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My favorite was finally getting to see Delbert McClinton live and was really impressed by the Raconteurs and then Mamadou Diabate during the huge rain storm on Sunday was very cool - both bands I never would have gone to see on their own which is always fun. I heard jimmy buffett did some strange jokes about polygamy? anyone check that out?
My favorite memory was seeing Paige McConnell come out with Porter Batiste Stolz and then during “Fixin to Die” with WSP. I love that I saw him later that night and got to give him directions to his show at the Howlin’ Wolf. Only in New Orleans during Jazz Fest do you see your favorite musicians prowling the streets!
Hey hey hey! Check it out: I was standing in line to get lunch on the first floor of my building, and I almost started full-on crying like a little boy. I was able to choke it back and keep it to a simmer (i.e. tears welled up in my eyes), though. So, here’s what I was thinking about: Susan Tedeschi (and yours truly) belting out this particular line together on Sunday: “I said, “Wait a minute, Chester, you know I’M A PEACEFUL MAN!!!!!!!!!.” My feet did not touch the ground during that number. Not once. Something was going on during the entire Derek Trucks Band set, though. Earlier in the set, I had two different strangers walk up to me mid-dance, kiss me on the cheek, give me a half-a-hug, and move on. No words. The spirit was present and accounted for like it hasn’t been in a long time. There it goes again. Man, what a joyful occasion. The spirit, she moved me… CHEERS!