One of the things that I tend to do is out-think myself. I often give people the benefit of the doubt, believing their motives to be pure. And so I have been thinking a lot about the price of JazzFest and the rapid rise of the ticket prices.
I hadn't thought of the up side - if the ticket prices go up, the local musicians can command more money. Of course, we will have to endure the large name stars who have little, if anything, to do with New Orleans (Bruce, Billy Joel) so that we can enjoy and pay Big Sam and Monk Boudreaux and the Hot 8. The other benefit is that those people who set up in front of stages early in the day have to expose themselves to local muse, as well. You wanna see Jimmy Buffet? You gotta listen to the subdudes first. Wanna see Stevie Wonder? Watch Art Neville. It's a sacrifice, but the crowds seemed to prove that it's workable.
I really like the way the final Sunday was scheduled. You wanna see the Nevilles? You have to watch Santana first. You wanna listen to the Radiators? Raconteurs are on stage before them.
The other unintended (is it?) benefit is that if everyone is going to be stationed out listening to Billy Joel, I get to hear Paul Sanchez play in an intimate setting with 100 of my fellow Paul fans.
Yes, the prices are steep. But the talent is deep and worth it.
Things I wish I had seen this weekend -
Terance Blanchard's A Tale of God's Will
The Wild Magnolias
Papa Grows Funk
Kirk Joseph's Backyard Groove
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