In downtown New Orleans, the sunshine dries the last of the puddles from the storm. A homeless man pulls his cardboard box. A man walks his dog. Harry Connick Jr. parks on the curb, where his band is warming up. Two men unload his car.

Connick Jr leans against a building. He plays the piano. A woman leans over from the next building, wanting to know who is singing.

Two men play chess. A little boy stands by the guitarist, pretending to play. People walk by. He points to wife Jill Goodacre, who smiles.

A woman sitting in a lawn chair talks to the man next to her. Another woman blows bubbles. A third woman twirls her hair in the curlers while reading a magazine on the porch.

Little kids dance by Connick Jr. The woman listens to Connick from her porch and laughs at the cuteness of the children.

In the street, tourists take pictures and a police officer watches. A woman roller skates in the street. Children run on the sidewalk, books in hand. The little boy, who was pretending to play guitar, touches the piano keys.  A man rubs the head of a puppy, carried by its owner. A person holds the umbrella underneath them, shielding themselves from the sun. A senior citizen couple dances.

At about  8 p.m., thousands of people of gathered in the street, standing elbow to elbow. Connick dances by his piano. Goodacre stays within a short distance of him. She smiles with pride. He points to her and she beams. After he finishes playing, he hugs her from behind and kisses her. People clap.

Rating: 3/5

In downtown New Orleans, Connick Jr plays the piano and spots the club he frequented as a teenager. The city helped nurtured his talent and honed it. In numerous classes in Louisiana, he had his pieces critiqued and graded by the greats in music.

He wants his wife to see the places he loved as a child. New Orleans is a part of him. He promised himself that if he grew successful, he would help the community that gave so much to him. He sees the little boy touching the piano, experimenting with the sound. He wonders if the child has an outlet or an instrument of his own to play.  He visits dive bars in the city, listening to the musicians who believe no one hears them. New Orleans is home and always will be.

Director: Greg Masuak Year: 1994

 

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