For traditional New Orleans jazz, it doesn’t get realer than this spot right here. After waiting in line for 30 mintues, we’re lead into Preservation Hall. The venue itself is more a room than it is a hall. It’s packed and hot and the lights are dim. Once the music starts, I’m immediately transported back to the 1920s, to where it all began. The quintet plays together in perfect balance, without any mics or amps. Each musician plays with perfect tone and a soulfulness reminiscent of the many jazz greats that have played in that same room. For me, the experience was truly remarkable and the beauty and authenticity of the music brought me to tears. To experience jazz in this setting gives much understanding and context to the genre and has deepened my appreciation and connection to America’s truest art form.