"Why Can't We Be Friends?"
Benevento. Porter. Deitch. Stoltz.
This was the gig where it all came together. You can almost hear the stained glass walls of the Parish Room bending from the pulsing improv that blazed from the amp stacks on this Friday night in the Crescent City. All we could do when it was all said and done was spill out into the French Quarter and try to catch our breaths.
One of my absolute favorite shows of the year, and for those that were in the house that night - a look back at the madness that left so many shell-shocked on Decatur St.
This is what Jazz Fest is all about.
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