Things were lost. Things were broken. After looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I’ve been posting some pretty ragged “New Orleans” pictures. Lately. But, this one. This is the one you came to see. A musician carrying his tuba — it’s a sousaphone, as a friend of mine rightly says, but say that on the street and laughter begins — to work.
This guy is a member of the Treme Brass Band. They get a lot of paid work playing in the commercial second lines in the French Quarter. This are not neighborhood walks. They are usually paid for by a wedding party, some corporate event or even just because somebody wanted to parade around the Quarter and has a few dollars to spend. There are somewhere between 20 and 30 a day. They don’t walk far. Usually a few blocks or around the corner. But, the musicians who work them have a pretty good income stream.
Now. It seems.
Some neighborhood organizations would like to dip their toes in that pool of money. Seems they’ve enlisted the help of the Jazz & Heritage Foundation, some local well monied folks and are testing the waters of this on Rampart Street. Mark my words. In a year or so, some major street or two will be blocked and controlled. In order to actually get close to the parade you’ll have to buy a ticket.
Like I’m gonna do that.
The picture. Well, you know. On my way to some place else. In Treme. Walking near Armstrong Park. That Armstrong. Louis. The guy with the amazing trumpeting skills and gravelly voice. This picture was almost taken from the hip. I added a little in post production to make it look like a felt on a great early spring day.