As I have said, there was music everywhere in New Orleans. We were part of the music there, on Saturday, but on Sunday afternoon (after church and a long Sunday nap) we went into the French Quarter for our first day of city walking. On our way to the Clover Grill, (where we were to have the best burgers ever cooked under an American made hubcap) we ran into two musicians that looked like they might have been done for the night. Both of them played for us because we asked them to. The first one was a fiddle player. He was really good. I think that there is some special bridge on a fiddle that is different than a violin that helps you play "double stops". Anyway, he was very talented and entertaining. We listened awhile to "Fiddle Guy", and of course we threw some money in his case. Then we crossed the street to hear the harmonica guy, the best I have ever heard!
He was an old blind guy with a charming air about him and WOW could he play! He was missing his front teeth - I wonder if that helps? Then he would sing - acapella - I think he sang "If I Loved You" from the Rogers and Hammerstien "Carosel" (which, by the way is a really weird story!). We were entranced. He was solid cute and talented! He could play any note from a keyed harmonica - in other words he played it like a chromatic by bending the notes to get the notes that would not have been there. Amazing! And he got the rhythm and the melody and harmony all going on in a way that made you feel like he was a one man band! It was my favorite music of the whole trip. He calls himself "Grandpa", or he says that is what people call him. Solid cute.
1 comment:
yeah, he's adorable.
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