{"id":4239,"date":"2014-08-15T14:49:09","date_gmt":"2014-08-15T14:49:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.artinfo.com\/blunotes\/?p=4239"},"modified":"2014-08-15T14:49:09","modified_gmt":"2014-08-15T14:49:09","slug":"the-ballad-of-glen-david-andrews","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/larryblumenfeld.com\/index.php\/2014\/08\/15\/the-ballad-of-glen-david-andrews\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ballad of Glen David Andrews"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Here’s yet more from me on a musician who stole my heart and captured my attention in New Orleans \u2014 trombonist and singer Glen David Andrews<\/strong>: A cover story<\/a> for the August digital edition of Jazziz magazine.<\/p>\n

I’ll give you a taste of the beginning:
\nMidway into his set at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival in May, trombonist and singer Glen David Andrews left the outdoor Congo Square stage. \u201cSurrender,\u201d a ballad of his that sounds like a spiritual and forms the emotional high point of his recent CD, “Redemption,” (Louisiana Red Hot Records) began with his disembodied voice accompanied by his onstage band
\nSoon Andrews could be seen wading into the crowd below, singing softly at first and then with raspy intensity about faith and hope, his white suit jacket flapping at his sides in the breeze like tiny wings. As he implored a higher power to \u201ctake my troubles away, take me away,\u201d he stepped up on a small platform. He hovered above the gently swaying bodies and waving arms, and pointed up toward a blue sky. During past jazzfest performances, he and others \u2014 from Bruce Springsteen to Troy \u201cTrombone Shorty\u201d Andrews (another homegrown hero, and Glen David\u2019s cousin) \u2014 have taken to crowd-surfing at climactic moments, letting fans literally carry their weight. Here, Andrews seemed to do the reverse. He wanted to support his listeners, lift them up….
\nAnd of the end:Andrews doesn\u2019t want to be called a \u201cNew Orleans musician.\u201d He doesn\u2019t think that term adequately characterizes his current music and, besides, \u201cit limits what you can accomplish outside New Orleans,\u201d he says. Yet he knows he carries his city in \u201cthe way I play and sing, even in the way I walk.\u201d He knows that the Trem\u00e9 neighborhood of his youth, which has quickly gentrified, will never be what it was. And he\u2019s learned from the trenches of civic squabbles that he can\u2019t take street parades or Jackson Square for granted. \u201cThe things I fought for after 2005 may have been losing battles,\u201d he says. \u201cBut Trem\u00e9 taught me how to entertain. It taught me how to be happy and how to have reverence for each moment. And that\u2019s what I\u2019m learning all over again by focusing on my own sobriety and my music. I can\u2019t worry anymore about my neighborhood or my city right now, but I know I can bring my New Orleans, my Trem\u00e9, my true self, to the rest of the world.\u201d
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Here’s yet more from me on a musician who stole my heart and captured my attention in New Orleans \u2014 trombonist and singer Glen David Andrews: A cover story for the August digital edition of Jazziz magazine. I’ll give you a taste of the beginning: Midway into his set at the New Orleans Jazz & … <\/p>\n

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