Jazz Animalz

The summer of 1957, is when I met Jazz city. My parents moved not far from the Legendary French Quarters. Fresh out of college, working nonsense jobs I find a way to play music. That's right, my name is Justin and I think I have what it takes not only to play but to teach the trumpet. Those were my plans, until I got put out my apartment. Then to make matters worse the kids I had been teaching took the class having no interest. But for the next few weeks I meet and play with some of the best talent to cross New Orleans. With a new group of co-workers, friends, neighbors and very friendly landlords, we all come together as a natural disaster hits close parts. Soon the reality of life can no longer be taken for granted, nor can the art of music.