Saturday May 1 and Sunday May 2, 2010
The real deal blew away the hype. An ear to ear grin spread across my face and stayed plastered there until well after I left on each day. There were moments when I didn’t know whether to cry with joy or shout hallelujah or amen or right on or aaiiyyeee or just let my mouth stay agape at the monumentality of 12 stages featuring the sounds of jazz, gospel, Cajun, zydeco, blues, R&B, rock, funk, African, Latin, Caribbean, folk, and much more floating through the air.
The New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival is the biggest music festival in the world as I know it. Some in the crowd have been coming here for years - some, like me, are here for the first time. One universal theme on all our minds as we leave – we will be here next year even if we have to be borne in by stretcher.
Music goes on from just before noon until about 7 pm each Friday, Saturday, and Sunday both weekends. Triage by the hour is what it feels like to choose who to see since there are so many great acts playing at the same time in different areas. No matter. You’ll hear fabulous music wherever you are. The list of acts is as wide a swath of the music universe as the Milky Way.
The event is carefully orchestrated. Order is maintained as much by self-regulation as by blue-shirted agents of the law unobtrusively walking the grounds. I didn't witness one incident of loutish or drunken behavior. Demonstrations of unfettered joy, however, erupted like roman candles. In front of the big stages, the area closest to the stage is for standing room and the huge expanse beyond is designated for people to set up chairs and blankets.
Video crews project terrific crystal-clear images of the performers onto billboard sized screens next to the stages. Roaming crews project video of people having fun in the crowd. pt at large and the twenty-three year old daughter of his dancing partner got a couple of their fifteen minutes of fame as their cool dancing was projected to the multitude while they styled to the music of Clarence “Frogman” Henry.
For a music lover, going to The New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival is like stomping your foot down on warp drive and shooting into another dimension. It’s a gumbo of fabulous food, friendly people, good vibrations, volcanic energy and the best music on the planet. There are moments during this weekend when you think if someone lit a match the whole place would explode with joy.
Photo top of page: Rebirth Brass Band rocks the crowd.
Where's the Gospel Tent?
Aaron
Neville sings in the Blues Tent.
Photos by Paul A. Tamburello, Jr.
We saw Aaron Neville here in a small venue last fall. Amazing.
You do neato things, Mr. Tamburello.
Posted by: Joni | May 14, 2010 at 12:26 AM
And another of the neato things I'd love to do is witness one of your plays...it's on my list!
Posted by: pt | May 14, 2010 at 12:29 AM
Such enthusiasm! Needs to be on everyone's "bucket list". I'll bet many people would love to attend a future festival --- how about leading a field trip? Looking to sign up, Babs
Posted by: Barbara | May 14, 2010 at 12:31 AM
Here's a good link to pick out a festival. Have bag, will travel!
http://www.nola.com/festivals/
Posted by: pt | May 14, 2010 at 12:34 AM
Barbara, what a grand idea. Everyone gets a program guide, highlights the musicians he/she want to hear, and heads for the correct stage. Dancing optional but recommended. Late lunch back at the Pecan Catfish concession and meet at the Gentilly Gate at 7 pm or so and head for Snug Harbor in Faubourg Marigney on Frenchman Street, not far from the French Quarter.
Posted by: pt | June 01, 2010 at 09:01 PM
The Threadheads have a name for everything NOLA-related, including that ear-to-ear grin you referred to that we all have while at JazzFest: it's called a Permagrin! Check out the message board under the Forum tab at the JazzFest website www.nojazzfest.com
Posted by: Bonnie | August 17, 2010 at 07:51 PM