GeorgiaHertz
"New Orleans in 1926 was a place where music welled up from every side street, storefront, park bench, and club. Trumpets quivered, trombones blurted, accordions purred, and bass drums thumped until they were tight enough to burst open and wreck the parade line. It was a place where people went to get loose-lipped on bourbon and sweet and heavy bread pudding, and where dreams went to either take root in that fertile Mississippi River delta or shrivel up like a head hung in some old vodou home. It was a place of magic, sensuality, and risk, where the surface was just as vibrant as the underworld..."