Music. Food. Culture.
That’s the heart of New Orleans. Other stuff too. But, those are the big three. They are all mixed up and served in a gumbo. A really tasty gumbo. Most people in the city live for these things. It doesn’t matter what you do for a living, eventually you show up for one of these things. Or, for all of them. People from other places tell us how cool and different New Orleans is. Just about every media that measures tourism in this country say we are in the top five tourist destinations. Some put us in the top one or two. Why do you think that is? Music. Food. Culture. Some other stuff.
It’s everywhere. It’s ingrained in us. For those who grew up here it’s in their DNA.
For the past few days, especially for those of you who have just joined me on my tour around the city, I’ve been showing you a bit of the culture. “Da cultcha” as people say around here. For those of you who have been with me for a while, I’m just reinforcing it a little. You already know. Many of you want to come for a visit. I hope that you do. Just not during the low season when it so hot that my dogs never move. Or, during later hurricane season, which is generally quiet. But, there is a lot of rain and big storms. But, for the rest of the year… come visit.
Anyway. I’m moving to musicians. At least, the brass musicians who were playing last Sunday at The Mothers Day Second Line in the 7th Ward. Don’t make a mistake, the guys who play on the street for second lines are usually pretty well thought of. Some record. Some give concerts. Many tour. They are known outside of the city. They are cared for inside the city.
Here’s a few of them.
Mostly, they play brass and percussive instruments. You don’t see many pianos rolling down the street. Heh.