I Saw The Dream
I was in New Orleans for work last week–I know, hard life I have. My company is one of the exhibitors every year at the Halloween And Party Expo. I had very little free time to myself but joined a group of my coworkers one night to explore the French Quarter. We ended up at a bar called Bamboula’s just in time to catch the first set of The James Williams Band. The band was amazing; a six-piece group including the lead singer and trumpeter, James Williams, along with a trombone, drums, guitar, bass and an alto saxophone that showed up late. They played Louis Armstrong-like music and James Williams’ voice was much like Satchmo’s but true—it was his real, unaffected singing voice.
They played mostly original songs and some arrangements of old standbys. There was a dance group there that had obviously practiced much with one another but they were beautiful to watch; women were dancing with women, men were dancing with men, and their skin color varied from “snow to crow” as my granny used to say about my own family. They just wanted to dance and it didn’t matter who their partners were or what they looked like, they just had to be able to move their feet. In those couple hours of watching the band play, hearing the wonderful music that you could not help but move to, and seeing all those lively dancers, I felt like I was seeing a bit of what Martin Luther King, Jr. had envisioned. Everyone in that bar was connected as one happy group of people, enjoying ourselves with friends, good food, good drink, and great music. The dream was no longer a dream, it was a reality.
On this day that is dedicated to remembering that people are more alike than we are different, I hope you get to experience some of Martin’s dream as a reality like I did. If you do or ever have—today or any other day—please come back and share your experience with myself and my dear readers.