Chaz Fest
I am not a fan of Jazz Fest. I don’t like eating my food over a trash can, I don’t like the weekend hippie crowd, the port o’ lets, the parking situation. But last year I made myself go to Jazz Fest because I wanted to be sure I wasn’t missing something. I mean, I can go see most of the performers I like anytime, it’s the luxury of living here. I went ahead and got a Brass Pass and I volunteered doing backstage hospitality for musicians, I volunteered at the workshops with kids during the week. It was nice. I saw Ceux Que Marchent Debout, this French funk band I love, four times while they were here but they didn’t actually play at JF. One day I went to JF during the day and saw CQMD in Lafayette at night. One day I went to Papa Joe’s jazz funeral in the morning and spent the rest of the day at the fairgrounds. Truth be typed, I kept defaulting to the Jazz and Heritage Stage. I love the brass.
So for probably another five years, I’ll be pretending it’s not happening. I am big fan of Washboard Chaz, so this one day festival will make me happy enough. Chaz Fest
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