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But Lizzie's new success has not made her forget the beauties of the good old days. "I remember here come Jelly Roll Morton passing our house, on the way to play in Storyville," she muses. "I recollect Ory and Oliver. It used to be it was so hot they'd drop one suspender, open their shirts and their pants so's they'd be comfortable, and would they play! The music then was different. Everybody played close. They listened to each other. They played a strong melody and pretty, pretty chords. Nowadays, they play before the beat, after the beat, everything but on the beat." Not only the music has changed. "New Orleans isn't the same any more either.
It's gettin' so fancy with tourists and all.
I hope I die before they make a Northern city out of New Orleans."