I spent the weekend with my dear friend, Susan, in New Orleans last weekend. Had some time to myself on Saturday to stroll the French Quarter— pipe down peanut gallery, I know there’s much, much more to New Orleans and I did plenty. But, I like Jackson Square, St. Louis Cathedral (crashed a wedding), Cafe Du Monde, and the street musicians. I hung around a tired Dixieland Jazz act for a while and was giving up for the day until I happened upon Tanya & Dorsie—a duo who’ve traveled the world playing their beautiful music for the past ten years. Still, they set up regularly on the corner of St. Peter and Royal. I listened for a while and was about to leave when a guy asked if they take requests. Dorsie languidly replied, “Sometimes.” He asked for “The Sound of Silence”. She didn’t commit. Tanya and Dorsie chatted a little, there was some eye squinting, nose crinkling, sky staring. Nothing happened for a while. I thought they blew him off and took breather. Then, this happened….
I stayed another hour.