Jukebox Leonard

We caught up with him at the Jackson Square Trolley stop on the Mississippi River. Leonard calls himself “the human jukebox” and rhythmically rattles off the names of a dozen artists and their catalog of songs to drive the point home. After about 10 minutes we pressed Otis Redding’s “Sittin’ On The Dock Of The Bay.” Leonard rendered every verse honey-sweet pitch-perfect with professional flair and true feeling. He says he’d been doin’ this for 49 years when he stopped counting. We believed him. And for $3, money well-spent.

Jukebox Leonard comes from an era when solo acts owned the streets of New Orleans—independent contractors and entrepreneurs who could spot a mark on a crowded street from two blocks away. Most of them are gone now victims of Katrina, a new life, or old age. In Jackson Square the vacant balconies stare at each other reflecting the haunting hopeful look in the eyes of the human jukebox.

Café Du Monde

The loud blow on your beignets comes from the street musicians out front. When they’re done one of them takes the bucket, counts the bills, and slides a fold for every player between his fingers for all to see. He holds out his hands and each guy takes one, counts it, and pockets it. They pack-up and disappear slowly into the steamy background of Jackson Square, each player going his own way. This looping vignette acquires diabolical mojo as you sip Café Au Lait.