Statue of St. Jude in the Mortuary Chapel on N. Rampart St., New Orleans |
Today, we feature a clip below, found courtesy of James Lileks, that made me remember why I love the Rhapsody in Blue so much, and why I love New Orleans jazz so much. Play this video as we go along, at least for the soundtrack. Scroll back up to see what's happening on the screen as you read. You just might be mesmerized and watch the whole thing.
What does Rhapsody in Blue, which we often have playing on the hi-fi around the house while Tammie the housekeeper tidies up when nobody is around, and The Dirty Dozen Brass Band, The Hot 5 Brass Band, Rebirth Brass Band, and The Nowhere Boys Brass Band have in common? What does Rhapsody in Blue, first played at Aeolian Hall in New York City have to do with the nightclubs that line Frenchman Street in New Orleans? What does Louis Armstrong have to do with Kermit Ruffins? What does Irving Mayfield have to do with King Oliver? What does Trombone Shorty have to do with the Marsalis Brothers?
It boils down to jazz, my friend. It all boils down to New Orleans, the place where jazz started, the place where America's music was born. If you want to make gumbo, first you have to make a roux. If you want flavor, you have to put everything in the pot.
I was in the Mortuary Chapel on North Rampart Street the other day and I noticed that not only is the chapel a shrine dedicated to Saint Jude, it is the official chapel of the NOPD and the NOFD. Opposite the St. Jude shrine is a shrine dedicated to St. Michael, patron of law enforcement officers, and also to St. Florian, patron of firefighters.
Sts. Michael and Florian flanking St. Mary, Mortuary Chapel, N. Rampart St., New Orleans |
I can't claim to know what makes New Orleans tick. All I can say is that, when you visit, you never know what you will find around the next corner. Some things don't make sense, even though they are perfectly perfect in their place. If you can make sense of the definition of the word 'rhapsody' on wikipedia, you are a more intelligent person than your humble narrator. I don't have the patience to wade through it all. All I can say is that the word seems to fit how it feels to live in New Orleans. If you visit, you will know what I mean. It's magic.
Old Tyme Breakfast Shop, N. Claiborne Ave., New Orleans |
We have lived in New Orleans three and a half years and we often pass the Old Tyme Breakfast Shop near the intersection of Orleans Avenue and North Claiborne. It's a popular place in the neighborhood. There is often a shoeshine stand set up in the morning. It's right down the block from the Brown Derby No.2, a wing shack, and a snowball stand, and this is a sentence that only makes sense if you live in New Orleans.
I noticed a new sign hanging on the other side of the Old Tyme Breakfast Shop building.
Roosevelt's Black Pearl Oyster Bar and Restaurant, N. Claiborne Ave., New Orleans |
Apparently, according to the new sign, this is also the site of Roosevelt's Black Pearl Oyster Bar and Restaurant. The small print on the sign says that they have been serving New Orleans for over 40 years. I had no idea. I have no idea why they've just decided to put up a sign.
When you live in New Orleans, you don't ask too many questions. It's not worth the migraine you'll get trying to figure everything out. You just take things as they come. Good things come to those who wait. Patience is a virtue. That is why nothing ever starts on time here.
Every day is an adventure in New Orleans. Every day is interesting. Every day is full of surprises. Just ask Tammie, our housekeeper.
Tammie the housekeeper |
Tammie the housekeeper just punched me in the arm. She said, "You know I hate it when you put that picture of me smoking a pipe up on the internet!"
I do know that much, and I know other things, too. So does Frau Schmitt. Ask us about them over breakfast. We'll be happy to tell you.
A votre santé,
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