Skip to content

Overpassed

April 26, 2010

Look carefully at the final Congo Square JazzFest poster versus the version pictured below (click on the image to get a closer look). Compare and contrast.

Anything look different?

I’ll give you a big hint.

Artist Terrance Osborne on his design for this year’s poster:

Osborne… struggled with how to fill the empty space in the upper right. For him, the I-10 is authentic Treme, so he added a curved section of highway. “It was a perfect solution to the space around Uncle Lionel’s head,” he says.

For many, though, that section of highway has different connotations. Those who lived in Treme during the 1960s witnessed the Claiborne overpass cutting the community in half, destroying the neutral ground that had been a local gathering place. For them, it remains a symbol of that destruction. “I grew up in Treme. The bridge was there already,” says Osborne. “I never thought about it in the way that the generation before me thought about it. I just saw it as a natural part of Treme.”

Nonetheless, Jazz Fest asked him to remove it. Osborne sought a compromise. “I really wanted that curve,” he says. “Plus, it just reminded me of what Treme looked like. So I found a more digestible solution.” He spruced up the highway with lights and trusses, transforming it into the Crescent City Connection. Jazz Fest officials were mollified, and Osborne got to keep his vision more or less intact.

To Delmond Lambreaux, it’s clear that all of New Orleans is an indigestible mass for him as far as his life as a professional musician goes. “New Orleans, they hype the music but they don’t love the musicians. I mean, look at how guys gotta leave to get their due – Pops, Prima, Wynton. I mean the tradition is there, but the city will grind you down if you let it,” he says over pizza to Troy “Trombone Shorty” Andrews and the other musicians after the Dr. John session in this week’s episode. The musicians chide him and counter his observation with the fact that “there’s no place like New Orleans” as Delmond takes their admonition doubtfully…

…and with that, we get switched over to Antoine Batiste in the Bourbon Street titty bar, supposed small bastion of pride, where his fellow musicians there make fun of him talking big but being down with them and the bitches when Batiste’s big name friends are off to Lincoln Center in NYC.

It seems ironic at first that there’s Shorty looking at Delmond and asking him if he misses home. I’m listening to Shorty’s latest, Backatown, as I write this, and it rocks. From the kickoff, “Hurricane Season”, to the title song, to a great groove on “In the 6th”, the album shows off for (hopefully) the world outside the Treme how Troy Andrews has come into his own, surrounded by his stellar band, Orleans Avenue.

Judging the album by its cover, though, would tell you that you’re not in New Orleans anymore:

In the background is the High Line park in Chelsea, near the Hudson River in Manhattan. The side of the street Shorty is walking on carries a building housing a Helmut Lang shop and a few other boutiques and eateries that are surefire markers of upscale gentrification. A first glance at this sort of faux grittiness, and one listening of the songs that feature Lenny Kravitz and Marc Broussard on the album, and one would think Troy Andrews had left all things New Orleans behind.

On the contrary. Trombone Shorty has always been connected to the many musicians in his family and to the sights and sounds of New Orleans.  The album was recorded in New Orleans studios and produced by Ben Ellman of New Orleans’ own Galactic. He is of that generation of 6th Ward-raised natives who grew up with the I-10 Claiborne Avenue overpass there and didn’t know any different.

The High Line in Chelsea, once a section of elevated freight train tracks left to rot, has been remade into a park.  Andrews has risen above and beyond the Claiborne overpass’ bisection of the ‘hood of his younger days, as has Uncle Lionel Batiste.

Certainly concessions have been made to make peace with the rest of the  world as it is…

But Delmond keeps missing the point.  You can go out into the world and get hung up so on what you don’t have that you don’t see what gifts you do have from the very start of your life. There is no place else like New Orleans, and it doesn’t necessarily deserve to be left behind just because its musicians aren’t as respected at home as they are abroad.  Change will only come when you fight for yourself in your home and you earn that respect for your rights – which is what Albert Lambreaux gets, what Dr. John and his session players get, and at long last, what Troy Andrews gets.

No matter how far away they go, there they are.

9 Comments
  1. April 26, 2010 1:44 pm

    Jazz Fest projects an airbrushed version of Louisiana. Look what they did to the 2008 poster:

    http://www.nola.com/living/index.ssf/2008/03/the_best_jazzfest_poster_ever.html

  2. liprap permalink
    April 26, 2010 1:52 pm

    Yeesh. Good find. Back then, I took some issue with the fact that they finally put a STILL LIVING local female artist on a Fest poster. Sexism, racism, and some omissions and cropping in the service of giving the folks with money something benign to hang on their walls that won’t mess with their preconceptions of local music too much are some hallmarks of Fest marketing in recent years.

  3. Tim permalink
    April 26, 2010 6:08 pm

    Well said, madam. I definitely see an awakening in young Delmond’s future. Like Jonah of the bible learned, you can’t run away from or ignore New Orleans.

    Peace,

    Tim

  4. April 26, 2010 10:09 pm

    We had our conversation about this post elsewhere, so you know what I think of it, that it’s not just enlightening but also elegantly constructed… but as I started writing this I am watching the beginning of Ep. 3 again and it’s the sound in that opening scene that makes it so, um, visceral, leading to the extra unease when Batiste gets home and is manually confronted. By then we can’ help but squirm with him. I know this belongs in the Bone conversation, but I was commenting on this post while watching it, ’cause HBO didn’t get it up On Demand and this is my first chance to watch a second time.

    Enough Off Topic for me. Sorry. *slinks away loving the whole thing*

  5. wigatrisk permalink
    April 27, 2010 7:28 am

    Poignant comments on a character that seems a bit light so far only because of such great performances from the cast. I like the way his ambiguous relationship with NO and the outside world is developing. The two scenes perhaps intended to show his ties to the external world both could be seen as problematic (what musician would take a horn into the snow during a gig, or have a cellphone on in recording?) but balanced with that great Galactic scene and the relationship with his father.

    * waiting for Backatown to arrive in the mail *

  6. April 27, 2010 8:50 am

    cause HBO didn’t get it up On Demand

    pun intended?

  7. liprap permalink
    April 27, 2010 10:21 am

    Ohhh, Lord, HBO had no ‘bone.

  8. April 27, 2010 5:24 pm

    Antoine would’ve.😉

Trackbacks

  1. Who I Am Without You « Back Of Town

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: