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Ooh Poo Pah Doo, Home to blue´s biggest legends

I have always wondered what life was like back in the day, strolling into a jazz bar in the 60s listening to the live rhythm that filled the streets, dancing to every beat, without a care in the world. Watching a season of Mad Men took me there, not that I wished I was to be part of that chauvinistic era, I just wanted a taste.

 

New Orleans Jazz

I recently wrote about the things I loved about New Orleans and said I would touch on the jazz and blues in a separate post – well if you havn´t already guessed, here it is. Anyone you ask will tell you that New Orleans is the birth place of Jazz and if you ask them where the best place is to listen to some live music they´ll send you to Frenchmen street. Thats where we spent our first 2 nights, roaming the busy street – including the more rowdy, less classy bourbon street. This was fun and it is worth seeing, however, it is full of tourists and there never is a place  to sit to just appreciate the music. Continue reading “Ooh Poo Pah Doo, Home to blue´s biggest legends”