Kirk, the New Orleans drummer, told me about this “Frenchman Street.” But I didn’t realize how musically influential and magical this place would really be. Turns out, it’s extraordinary.
Removed from the glitzy neon lights and overrated Bourbon Street, this compact musical neighborhood is the epicenter of jazz music, nightlife and deep southern cajun culture.
No over-the-top dance raging clubs. Only hole-in-the-wall dives.
No half-ass singing. Only amazingly talented musicians playing for pennies on street corners.
No neon lights. Only plain wooden signs of when the next musical band is performing.
No fake-ness. Only raw talent.
One night of memories, one thousand tunes too short.
