All of us from New Orleans have savored that Proust-bites-into-the-madeleine moment when a stray taste, sound, smell or sight brings remembrances of things past. It happens whenever I hear the badly rhymed but beautifully mournful--now even more so--first few bars of "Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?" It can even happen with a single chord. A friend gave me a CD of a local band called Jonas Rising, and at the sound of the very first Neville Brothers--inspired piano chord, I was back inside Tipitina's, where Napoleon Avenue meets the Mississippi, listening to Professor Longhair.
The taste...
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