Here in New Orleans, about a year ago, I was sitting in the Treme Coffee House reading my newspaper and eating a bagel, when a woman walked in and sat down at the piano. Now, usually the only people who use that piano are kids from the school next door, and none of them can play well, they just come in and mash the keys and make a hell of a racket. But as this woman began to play and sing, I realized she was not just much better than the kids. She was downright exceptional. I was the only other person in the coffee shop, and so I got essentially a one-person concert. Her music was so beautiful and soulful, her playing raw and emotional. She was still playing when I left, and the next time I went in, I asked the owner who she was.

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