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Bill Charlap & Gary Hobbs at the Earshot Jazz Festival

Wynton Marsalis and Co. mourn/celebrate New Orleans

Here’s what you didn’t see on TV:

Nearly an hour after all the wild cheering had died down and the last enthralled $1,000-a-seat ticket holder had left the building, a small bunch of musicians, assorted stragglers and hangers-on still caught up in the festive spirit of this all-star gala kept the party going strong. They convened offstage in one corner, shouting and carrying on, waving white handkerchiefs and singing bits of “Little Liza Jane” and “Feets Can’t Fail Me Now” as drummers Herlin Riley and Ali Jackson kept a second-line groove going on bass drum and snare, respectively. Trombonist Wycliffe Gordon lit up the adrenalized mob with a few raucous blasts from his horn while others joined in on anything that made noise. They clapped hands, slapped knees, stomped their feet on the stage, shook tambourines, banged on cowbells and beat on the side of an upright bass case as dancers whirled around inside the eye of this percussive hurricane. One young man who danced himself into a good-foot trance yelled out to no one in particular, “You feel that spirit? You can’t stop that!”

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