Music: Outer Journey

I had a lot of amazing experiences with music during my trip to New Orleans. One time that stuck out to me was when Kendra, Marcy, and I were spending some of our free time exploring random streets in the French Quarter. We stumbled upon a jazz band playing on Frenchmen street. They had a crown enjoying their talent on both sides of the street. It was impossible to keep walking past them. We stood and listened to one song, and they were so amazing. It was so refreshing how laid back and chill every one of the band members acted. You could tell that they had been playing for a long time because of how confident they were in their abilities. One of my favorite parts was that they had a dog laying in the middle of them. The dog way laying in a big instrument case with its eyes closed, taking a nap. You could tell that this was a normal activity it probably did most days.

Another time where music stopped me in my tracks was on the very last day we were in New Orleans. We broke from our class meeting and decided that we wanted one last beignets before heading home. There was a trumpet player and a guitarist standing outside Cafe Du Monde singing the blues. It was so beautiful. The trumpet player sang notes so beautifully I could've sat there all day and listened. We stayed long enough to listen to two songs, and after each, the whole cafe applauded. He was seriously talented and belonged on stage instead of a sidewalk.