Three years ago, I started this little online journal to share about my life and how New Orleans has shaped it. One of my very first posts describe my infinite love for the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. I described how "you can hear the sound of a horn playing off in the distance. It's like they are playing just for you - welcoming you into their world of music, tradition, food, art, and history. And when you walk through the line surrounded by a sea of people as excited as you, there is nothing like it."
For years, I have looked at parents who brought their children to Jazzfest and wondered if we would be brave enough to be among them. In joining them, you subject yourself to scrutiny and judgement. You hear whispers of "who brings a baby to the Jazzfest?"
You know who brings a child to Jazzfest? Mark and me. Why? Because we wanted to Baptize Jane in the wealth of music and culture that is New Orleans. We wanted her to move to the beat of a snare drum. We wanted her to recognize the beauty in the unique blend of fragrances that are fried soft shell crabs, sunscreen, patouli oil, and jasmine. We wanted her to feel the warm embrace of the crowd as they send their appreciation up to the stage. To borrow a thought from New Orleans' writer, Chris Rose, Jazzfest is an education. It is everything that is right about New Orleans. That is why some people bring their babies to Jazzfest...
This weekend we saw Johnny Sketch and the Dirty Notes, Gomez, Zebra, The Beach Boys (Uncle Jesse - John Stamos - performed with them), Trombone Shorty and the Orleans Avenue, Dr. John, Janelle Monae and Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. Each performance was more incredible than the next!
Jane and me dancing at the Gentilly Stage
Jane loves kicking her feet to the music
Dancing makes Jane tired!
She even slept through her first Jazzfest Second Line Parade
The parade was colorful as always
Our first family Jazzfest