On my last night in New Orleans I went to see Indians ‘a comin’
I didn’t post this earlier because I learned later that night after also seeing Papa Mali that my mom had passed away.
Dorothy McCarthy – (October 1, 1923 – May 1, 2008)
Interestingly enough, my mom didn’t like New Orleans I had learned a few months earlier, but then again she never had a chance to really get to know it. She was in and out in just a few days and only saw the business district and just dipped into the Quarter.
The first time I visited New Orleans in 1990, I didn’t think much of it either. Like my mom, I was just there for a few days (I was on my way somewhere else) and had no idea how to get “into” the city.
I think that’s one of the reasons I’m so passionate about sharing New Orleans now. To know New Orleans is to love it and more needs to be done to let people know about the wonders here.
For example, of my four most hard-core jazz fan friends (and two of these guys are as seriously hard-core as any on earth with record collections in the thousands) none of them has ever been to New Orleans! There must be millions of people like this.
Anyway, off to Tipitina’s…
A good article about the challenges facing the Indians
