We’ve left Erzulie’s Voodoo Store, strolling along Royal Street. It took some coaxing to get Cora to go into Erzulie’s and she was relieved and happy to leave. Left her a little creeped out, it did. Like most of the French Quarter streets, Royal is a splash of color, heavy on the black, gold and purple. Balconies with wrought iron railings decorated with flowers, bushy green plants a sprinkling of New Orleans Saints banners and cascades of multicolored beads.
Wrought iron rails and fences are everywhere in the French Quarter and the one on Royal in front of Saint Anthony’s Garden is adorned with paintings, colorful renditions of this brash, spirited city called The Big Easy.
It’s a quick stop because we’ve been pulled up the street by a wailing clarinet and a voice that powers up and down the block.
We’ve found a patch of curb to sit on across the street from Rouse’s Market at at the corner of Royal and St. Peter. Royal Street; a name that couldn’t be more fitting at this moment because we’re in the presence of local musical royalty, Doreen Ketchens also known as Queen Clarinet.
There’s a quartet; a cool young guitarist in shades, a tuba/trombone player stripped down in the afternoon heat to a white ribbed t-shirt and a young woman on drums, Doreen’s daughter, Dorian Ketchens-Dixon.
A talented group for sure but it’s Queen Clarinet who hold court here and the gathering crowd are her loyal subjects.
But it isn’t just the music. Look at her expressions; watch her boundless passionate joy and the oneness with her art. She banters with the crowd, a symbiotic exchange of energy and gaiety.
Where else but in New Orleans can you walk down a street and for the price of a tip in a jar hear a musician who has played for four presidents and brought jazz to Africa, Asia, Brazil, Canada, Columbia, Europe, Mexico and Russia.
She plays Tin Roof Blues, House of the Rising Sun, St. James Infirmary and a rendition of Summertime that so bursts with soul that it brings tears to my eyes. And then there’s When The Saints Go Marching In and I recall dad and his love for Dixieland. Doreen would have had him tapping his toe and turning to me with his wry smile, “Now that sonny boy, is real music.”
To learn more about Queen Clarinet go her website. Doreen’s Jazz New Orleans
Or better yet, get yourself to New Orleans, go to Rouses and grab a fried catfish po-boy and spend a warm afternoon on Royal Street paying homage to the queen.
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Interesting article & beautiful photos!
Thank you Luisa
I miss New Orleans. Really enjoyed living in Louisiana for a time 🙂 Thanks for the reminder.
I thoroughly enjoyed Louisiana. The food the music and the culture are truly unique. After we got home I needed a New Orleans fix and found the HBO series Treme and realized that I’d missed a lot of New Orleans.
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Hi Paul, I’m so envious! You got to see Doreen Ketchens! I happened upon her one day when I was searching for the song “Just A Closer Walk With Thee.” A friend used to play it on sax in a gospel band, and I always loved it.
It was a serendipitous discovery of Doreen and all her music, such an amazing musician.
Of course, New Orleans is on the bucket list of places to travel. 😀
You are a music lover. You HAVE to go to New Orleans. Every city has street musicians but NOLA’s are all exceptional. On a lucky day you might catch Trombone Shorty on a street corner.
The clubs? No cover but you should be willing to tip. We went to The Spotted Cat twice and Fritzel’s European Jazz Pub twice.
The Rock and Bowl is a bowling alley with food and New Orleans jazz.
In fact NOLA is only the tip of the musical iceberg. There are little joints all over Louisiana where you can go listen to music. Fred’s Lounge in Mamou is on my bucket list. Cajun music on Saturday morning.
I don’t know if you have HBO but if you do check out the series Treme.