Jazz Fest aka: Jazz and Heritage Festival

We got caught in the deluge last year and stood in 6” of water in the blues tent for an hour waiting for the storm to subside enough to go hear another venue. My agnositc stepson thanked his creator that he was not stranded in the gospel tent.

i am going… anyone else?

Don’t wear flip flops.

sunscreen!

I live 4 blocks away from the Fairgrounds where Jazzfest takes place, and yet I’ve still never actually attended. One day. Just to say I’ve done it. Though I hear the food is really good.

I had a cold, but my friend, J., and I had already planned to visit my cousin, T., in New Orleans for Jazz Fest and I was driving, so there was no backing out. THANK GOD, I didn’t back out. We drove 7 hours from Houston, and pulled in at Midnight on Friday, thinking we’d just go to bed, but when we walked in the door at T’s house, everybody was like “JUST IN TIME!” and we were dragged out dancing at a place called Brazil. The band was incredible and we danced for hours, and when we wanted to go home at 4am, people asked “Is something wrong? Why so soon?” I should have stayed out, because T’s house was like a train station there were so many people arriving and departing. I was on the lumpiest futon ever, and I never fell asleep until 8am when everyone else finally passed out. The next day at noon, we got up and ate something amazing (there was no bad food anywhere) and then finally went to the festival, which was incredible. We fell asleep again at six, and then woke up at midnight and did it all over again. My body clock was more adjustable back then. Everything I ate was incredible, I NEVER paid for my own drink, and I lost 4 pounds just dancing. My cousin and I did a jig in the street and people clapped. We had brunch at a place called Dante’s and a complete stranger paid the dixieland band to serenade us. T and J may or may not have made out. And my cold? WAS TERRIBLE! My nose never stopped running, and when I got back to Houston I was sick for days. It was worth it. Please, GOD, return this town to all its former glory.

Better and much more live music. Better weather. Much better people. Food at the fair is fantastic. Bourbon street goes off just as big as Mardi Gras – beads and all. Everything but the parade floats – big deal.

I visited in 2000 and it was great!...I feel so terrible about whats happened to all the wonderful people there since hurricane Katrina…I do hope they re-build every last bit because it is too precious of a place to not. The buildings and the history in them is priceless…

totall blast everything is great even mardi grass. jazz fest is like the best party ever.