Jazz Fest: Trombone Shorty, Boyfriend, and Preservation Hall Preview New Releases

When the British department store Boots excavated Ernie K-Doe’s “Here Come the Girls” for its Christmas season ad in 2007, it rescued the song from obscurity. “Here Come the Girls” served Boots well, and the commercial obscured the fact that the song has said its piece by 1:30 with two more minutes to kill.

New Orleans at Night This Week

Bluntly, there's too much to do during Jazz Fest. Too many bands, too many possibilities, too many things that might be cool. Looking at schedules can be overwhelming, so we've narrowed the choices a bit. Our choices reflect our priorities, particularly the absence of jams and ad hoc bands. My roots in punk and pop and the three-minute song are too strong to connect to something as inefficient as jamming. If that's your thing, it's easily found.

Kevin Hart, Kendrick Lamar Explore Blackness at Essence

[Updated] In a way, the Essence Festival is yet another measure of how different the experience is between white and black America. Thursday night, the festival sold out its three-year-old “Essence Now” night at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome with headliner Kevin Hart, who is only starting to find a white audience even though Hart’s 2011 “Laugh at My Pain” was one of the year’s top-selling comedy tours.

Jazz Fest: Jazz Fest Closes with Little Pink Cacti for You and Me

[Updated] Sunday afternoon, country singer Kacey Musgraves closed the Fais-Do-Do Stage with pink neon cacti on her stage. They were unassuming, slightly silly and of a piece with Musgraves and her band’s attire—self-consciously stereotypical country music wear with twinkling lights embedded in her blue boots and their Nudie suits. The presentation was novel on that stage, but it and the two video panels that flanked Ed Sheeran on the Gentilly Stage Saturday may signal a Jazz Fest change.

Jazz Fest: Sunday, May 3 at Jazz Fest

If Saturday's crowd at Jazz Fest wasn't record-breaking, it was at least enough to make everything difficult. When Davell Crawford's tribute to Fats Domino ended at 2:45, I started to head toward Congo Square on the track, but it was quickly clear that I was going to be shoulder to shoulder with people all way. After a resigned sigh, I went the other way. The upside? I walked by Astral Project in the Jazz Tent and saw a couple of songs before Jerry Lee Lewis started.

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