A large number of second line parades today are done for tourists or for shut-ins who belong to Social Aid and Pleasure clubs. But every once in a while someone in the inner circle of New Orleans jazz gets honored with a heartfelt send-off done the right way. What a great tradition, there's nothing like a New Orleans jazz funeral.
The last time I chatted with Uncle Lionel -- and that club has an enormous international membership -- he was dressed head-to-toe in a purple suit and bowler hat. With a walking stick. Three a.m. on a steamy early summer night on Frenchmen St., lots of tourists loudly stumbling down the sidewalk, Mr. Batiste just kind of gliding through it all, giving a wordless lesson on style and cool.
Nicely written story.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/17/us/new-orleans-celebrates-life-of-lionel-batiste.html?hp