We’d been parked under a giant tree the better part of the day. It had done well to shield us from the rain in the early part of the afternoon, but as that subsided it returned to its original intended purpose, a shade from that persistent New Orleans Sun. It did ample work at this for the better part of the day, until of course the Sun went off to the other side of the world and the moon came out to cut the evenings darkness with its light. Then the tree was just a part of the backdrop, something to lean against in the New Orleans evening.

While its branches hugged the night and enveloped us into the setting of the New Orleans Botanical Gardens, Luke Winslow King and his pickin’ fingers provided us a soundtrack to sit under the stars to. It was a night straight out of a southern fairly tale. One a them types you see up on the big screen. Except it wasn’t no ending at the end. Sure we pulle out from underneath that old tree, but the music that was made in that spot that night is gonna play on for quite some time to come…