American Legacies: Preservation Hall Jazz Band and Del McCoury Band
Recorded in 1964:
Sweet Emma and Her Preservation Hall Jazz Band (2CD)
Released in 2009:
New Orleans Preservation, Vol. 1 - Buy It HERE!
PHJB on NPR!
PRESERVATION Preview on All Songs Considered!
PHJB on WNYC!
Welcome to Made In New Orleans!
Hello everyone and welcome to the Preservation Hall Made in New Orleans Blog! We put this up with the intentions of creating a dialogue with you about New Orleans Music & Culture and latest happenings of Preservation Hall & The Preservation Hall Jazz Band.
Each week, we will post on a variety of topics; everything from what’s been happening here at the Hall, features on Preservation Hall musicians of the past/present, responses to your questions/comments, and personal accounts of life in our fair city of New Orleans. We’d like for you to contribute your stories and memoirs as well. Tell us about that time you stumbled off Bourbon Street and into the Hall and saw Billie & Dede Pierce in 1963. Or maybe that time when the Preservation Hall Band played in your hometown. Tell us your New Orleans story. We welcome it.
Have a lovely day. We look forward to hearing from you.
I visited Preservation Hall last spring for the first time. I have always loved New Orleans Jazz and had listened to many of the albums in my home in New England with a bad case of Southern envy. I automatically fell in love with the city and the culture of New Orleans. The endearing people in the quarter, the beautiful architecture, the food and of course the toe tapping joy that is New Orleans made music. I went into club after club listening to the fine music and thinking if it only could be like this at home. If you are an artist of any kind it would be hard not to find a muse in NOLA. I had always loved the music that came from the Preservation Hall and wondered if it was really like the legend it has become. I literally walked by it the first time. I immediately smiled as I knew by the look that it had not been commercialized and I began to feel the excitement of what would lie ahead in the evening. When I came back that night, to my astonishment there was a line that spanned many blocks with all walks of life just sitting waiting for their chance to hear the music. It was great to see children and people of all ages and backgrounds patiently waiting in the queue outside on a balmy hot night. When it was finally my turn I walked through the gates and stepped inside. It was dark, too dark to make out the faces of the audience. We were crammed in the back of the seats facing the musicians. There were a couple of ambient lights lit and then the music began. I felt something come over me I tell you. In the middle of the music the trumpet player put his instrument down and began to sing. Tears streamed down my cheeks without warning. It was true beauty. I will never forget that moment in my life and I am truly thankful that I had a chance to experience such a magical musical moment. I will return someday to sit and listen but I am happy to play my records at home and smile when I think of the beloved French Quarter of New Orleans and the beautiful musicians that created a unique part of our culture.
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I visited Preservation Hall last spring for the first time. I have always loved New Orleans Jazz and had listened to many of the albums in my home in New England with a bad case of Southern envy. I automatically fell in love with the city and the culture of New Orleans. The endearing people in the quarter, the beautiful architecture, the food and of course the toe tapping joy that is New Orleans made music. I went into club after club listening to the fine music and thinking if it only could be like this at home. If you are an artist of any kind it would be hard not to find a muse in NOLA. I had always loved the music that came from the Preservation Hall and wondered if it was really like the legend it has become. I literally walked by it the first time. I immediately smiled as I knew by the look that it had not been commercialized and I began to feel the excitement of what would lie ahead in the evening. When I came back that night, to my astonishment there was a line that spanned many blocks with all walks of life just sitting waiting for their chance to hear the music. It was great to see children and people of all ages and backgrounds patiently waiting in the queue outside on a balmy hot night. When it was finally my turn I walked through the gates and stepped inside. It was dark, too dark to make out the faces of the audience. We were crammed in the back of the seats facing the musicians. There were a couple of ambient lights lit and then the music began. I felt something come over me I tell you. In the middle of the music the trumpet player put his instrument down and began to sing. Tears streamed down my cheeks without warning. It was true beauty. I will never forget that moment in my life and I am truly thankful that I had a chance to experience such a magical musical moment. I will return someday to sit and listen but I am happy to play my records at home and smile when I think of the beloved French Quarter of New Orleans and the beautiful musicians that created a unique part of our culture.
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