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My favorite memory from Jazz Fest: Saturday afternoon, stretching to 90 degrees, sweat dripping out of every pore on my body. Trombone Shorty on the Gentilly Stage. “On the count of three, I want everyone to go crazy!” he yelled. No way, in this heat, is anyone going to do that, I thought to myself. One…two…three.
Everyone went crazy.
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