• Brian

    I think it is equally short-sighted to compare the jazz musicians of the 19th and early 20th century to the terrible renditions of “stairway to heaven” and garbled cliched saxophonists pestering quarter residents at all times of the night. Surely, there is some room for compromise between music purists and the most endangered species of them all, full-time residents of the French Quarter.

  • Cacksacker

    People will always live in the Quarter. You may not, but people will. And street musicians are a part of what makes the Quarter what it is. That having been said, the street musicians should stop at a reasonable hour.

    If you don’t like that hour, there are other neighborhoods that are quieter.

    Compromise worked really well when it comes to music on Rampart Street, didn’t it now? Ask the owners of King Bolden’s or the Funky Butt or Donna’s (eviction due to neglect)

    Given that the Quarter is the main economic engine of the city and a place where locals and tourists alike go, the residents and the businesses there should have much of the say on what goes on, but they should not have all of the say of what goes on there.

  • Jesse

    Really great piece. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

  • Kate

    A very interesting piece, but the conclusions are off-the-wall. You can’t compare music played in clubs with music played in the streets where every resident is forced to listen to it. You can’t compare the greats like King Oliver with the amateur junk put out by most of these offenders. And most of it is not either jazz or traditional brass band music. The writer needs to spend some time in and around Jackson Square to understand what we are having to deal with. Yes to brass bands passing by in a second line. No to the junk destroying our greatest musical traditions!

  • Anonymous

    Since few of Zach’s examples deal with music in the clubs, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Are you elevating organ grinders to the level of King Oliver? I don’t think that was his intention, and I didn’t see it in the story. He writes about efforts by residents and the authorities in the past to control what people then thought of as junk, too. His conclusions and comparisons are sadly on point, as this post illustrates.