New Orleans Syncope
I was rereading Andrei Codrescu’s 1994 collection of essays (Zombification). There were some bits about New Orleans, and these were particularly resonant to me. “The Jazz Fest, an annual party that the city of parties throws itelf every spring, is drawing out the lovers of sound from everywhere. Like pale moths emerging from eternal darkness, northerners of all stripes are released into the bright sound of New Orleans and bathed in music. I wandered the grounds of the fest the…