#199 Rebirth Brass Band.MOV (by jdoggtn7)
The Rebirth Brass Band plays for the “coming out the door” of the “Furious Five”, Fifth Division of Young Men Olympian at their 127th annual second-line in Uptown New Orleans, September 25, 2011
#192 YMO Second Line (by jdoggtn7)
At the Young Men Olympian Junior Benevolent Society 127th Annual Second-Line in Uptown New Orleans, September 25, 2011.
#162 Young Fellaz Brass Band.MOV (by jdoggtn7)
The Young Fellaz play for a crowd on Bourbon Street in TBC’s usual spot, Saturday September 24, 2011
#160 Young Fellaz Brass Band.MOV (by jdoggtn7)
The Young Fellaz play for a crowd on Bourbon Street in TBC’s usual spot, Saturday September 24, 2011
#049 Stooges Brass Band.MOV (by jdoggtn7)
The Stooges Brass Band entertain the crowd at the Hi-Ho Lounge in the 9th Ward of New Orleans, September 22, 2011
#048 Stooges Brass Band.MOV (by jdoggtn7)
The Stooges Brass Band entertain the crowd at the Hi-Ho Lounge in the 9th Ward of New Orleans, September 22, 2011
#018 To Be Continued Brass Band-Why You Worried About Me.MOV (by jdoggtn7)
The To Be Continued Brass Band entertains a crowd at Bourbon Street and Canal Street in the French Quarter, September 22, 2011
#010 To Be Continued Brass Band.MOV (by jdoggtn7)
The To Be Continued Brass Band entertains a crowd at Bourbon Street and Canal Street in the French Quarter, September 22, 2011
The crowd really didn’t seem to want to leave, and I didn’t either, but all good things must come to an end. I was facing a six hour drive back to Memphis that I could not postpone due to jury duty, and some of the bands, like the Hot 8, incredibly had only a brief rest period before having to be at another engagement. But I came away from the second-line experience with a feeling of exhiliration more than one of fatigue. Somehow, as I stopped in rather ordinary Metairie for coffee and food on the way out of town, it seemed as if I had passed between worlds. With I-10 gridlocked for some reason (perhaps the Saints game), I headed north across the Causeway instead, and back to Memphis, my mind replaying the day’s amazing scenes.Â
The crowd really didn’t seem to want to leave, and I didn’t either, but all good things must come to an end. I was facing a six hour drive back to Memphis that I could not postpone due to jury duty, and some of the bands, like the Hot 8, incredibly had only a brief rest period before having to be at another engagement. But I came away from the second-line experience with a feeling of exhiliration more than one of fatigue. Somehow, as I stopped in rather ordinary Metairie for coffee and food on the way out of town, it seemed as if I had passed between worlds. With I-10 gridlocked for some reason (perhaps the Saints game), I headed north across the Causeway instead, and back to Memphis, my mind replaying the day’s amazing scenes.Â
