New Orleans used to be known for her music. Is she still? According to some people interviewed in New Orleans Music Renaissance, the local music scene is trying hard but struggling. Many of the musicians who used to live here are in diaspora, or simply disappeared, and no one has tried to find out where they are or if they will come back, or if they need help to come back. This should be a national priority, says David Freeman, because New Orleans is the “cultural wetlands … of the country.”
Wetlands. Diverse, complex, vital to a dense web of relationships. Harboring stores of well-preserved history, bones and shells and things. Often overlooked. Exceedingly fragile.
One of the people participating in my research, who asked me to call him Tad when I write about him, took me on a tour through the Central Business District, pointing out where the old jazz clubs used to be. They’re dry. The Ninth Ward: dry.
The bird’s foot delta bridges the United States with the Carribbean, a cultural wetlands indeed, for it’s a geographic link for automatic travel, communication, and trade. Its songs are now wildly dispersed, a performer or two perhaps trumpeting or tapping away in some Boise bar or Hollywood street. The young musicians here are now thrilled and burdened by their new, Katrina-induced roles as the best players in the city. But some of them think things can only get better. Irvin Mayfield says, “We have to think about what we’re going to be,” because, “it’s not going to be what it was.”