The lighted entrance of Louis Armstrong Park was shining on Rampart Street for the first time since Hurricane Katrina dimmed the neighborhood, and historic CongoSquare was just a heartbeat away from us.
From the opening (a summoning of the "Ghost of CongoSquare") to the end (a personal letter called "Dear Mom"), this recording reveals what many jazz fans know: Blanchard is a powerful storyteller.
While the site of the festival has grown exponentially and moved to the New Orleans Fairgrounds, CongoSquare and Stage is still geographically positioned in the center of the festival, further instilling that first festival decision.